"I happen to be a connoisseur of leaves."

He manages to get back to his feet, stagger a few steps, then goes down again. He gets down on his hands and knees and crawls closer, feeling the inexorable creep of exhaustion. He gets just close enough to grab her hand and starts to drag her backwards, away from the wall and whatever field it's projecting to disable them. He has to do it in short bursts.

"Hi. I'm Poe. Nice to meet you. Any injuries not pride-related?"