[As thrown off balance as he is by the whole concept of actually holding a conversation with Reynir and that conversation being relatively pleasant (and flattering), Emil doesn't really reply for a few moments. Reynir pats him on the back and shoulder, and Emil takes that as a sign he should stand up and stop giving away how pathetic his stamina is when it comes to running.

Pushing his fingers through his hair again, he blinks at Reynir.]

It felt like an egg pod or some other such thing. It felt like stepping on a troll nest.

[That sends a shudder down his spine, and then he takes a moment to look around and see if he can't spot a way out of this place.]

Do you, by the way? Think I'm badass usually?