Hearing that someone else was in a predicament like he was came as almost a relief.

"So, you're Deku?" He asked, gladdened for the familiar name. "Don't worry about it. I'm not typically like this, either. The, uh, horse part. I'm just a fairly ordinary person."

A shrug. He knew that his definition of ordinary didn't compare to others, but he was still just a man with two arms and two legs-- even if he was a tad too slender from his own habits of forgetting that food existed.

"Regardless of the circumstances, it's good meeting you in person. Are you friends with Palamedes, or someone else here?"