[i]Whu?[/i] It wasn't exactly the most original reaction to an explosion, but considering the plane had just shaken, he'd heard screaming surprisingly close, and someone had just barreled into him for protection and safekeeping he reasoned it could very well be comparable to a shakesperean sonnet. Gazing at the red-haired girl he didn't honestly know how to respond. "Th..." He began, before she let go of him, dropping low and covering her head with her hands.

Rolling his carnation colored eyes the man from Mistral cleared his throat before launching into yet another minor tirade; "Calm yourself, miss... uh... Calm yourself, miss." He repeated the sentence a bit more resolutely the second time, cutting out the odd pause at the end where he had intended to put her name until he realized he still didn't know it.

"The plane isn't going down. With an explosion big enough to rock the plane like that we'd be dropping already if it had hit something vital. And if it had pierced the cabin we'd be experiencing the difference in air pressure and either be losing breath or find ourselves sucked outside the plane by now." It was a bit rude the way he said it, but at this point he was failing introductions so badly he reasoned it didn't really matter. She hadn't gotten rid of him yet, after all, despite his manner.

Noting how worried she was he sighed lightly, kneeling beside her and slowly resting a hand on her shoulder. "Slower breaths or you'll make yourself lightheaded." He knew from experience. Pondering over how best to proceed he glanced in the direction the explosion had come from. There was no onslaught of panicked screaming, or hushed whispers of distress meaning they were likely fine, but he didn't know if that would be good enough for the girl currently freaking out.

"Look; if it'll help, I can go check things out for you...?" His tone while offering to do so was lighter, more reasonable, and even as he said it he began to take steps forwards, his hand still on her shoulder as he passed. Honestly he was quite interested in just what had happened. Already he was concocting elaborate daydreams about the ships' crew fending off sky-pirates, or the explosion being the shockwave of himself time-traveling back to this moment to help him, or something that would be viewed as equally ludicrous.