[That gets him to pause, to cant his head a bit as if he can make out exactly what it is and where it's coming from - but frankly, Yeager has no frame of reference for anything like this, and no way to stop it, even though he would greatly prefer to. The result is a few flickers of something - almost emotional reactions, but tampered down quite a bit. Curiosity is present, but coupled with uncertainty - and then just like that, it's gone and there's... well, almost nothing. Like Yeager isn't feeling a damn thing at all.]
You may call me Yeager. Lead on then, I trust you aren't leading me into some sort of trap?
[It's light, good-natured humor despite the words. His sense of humor just runs dark, it's fine.]
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You may call me Yeager. Lead on then, I trust you aren't leading me into some sort of trap?
[It's light, good-natured humor despite the words. His sense of humor just runs dark, it's fine.]