[ Blindly, ignorantly gallant is a good way to put Elliot methodology for tackling the world — he thrives on his own deep-seated notions for pride and justice and honor of a knight sans any of the chivalric predisposition to back it up — making him a more than viable candidate for cruel and unusual forms of death. It's a good thing that he only hears his own voice more often than not, because if he knew this nerd would ditch him in an actual firefight, maybe he wouldn't be so inclined to learn her name.

I MEAN, IT'S OBVIOUS KAORU IS NOTHING MORE THAN A POLITE WOMAN .... OBVIOUSLY ....... ]

Elliot Nightray. I appreciated your help the other day. [ Y'KNOW, when he was on the verge of being asphyxiated to death while Kaoru was prancing safely out-of-sight on the sidewalk???

... WHATEVER.

He makes a point to keep his gaze pinned ahead, awkwardly shoving his hands in his pockets. ] There's nothing to apologize for. If anything, I should be, er — ... thanking you. [ Well, if he can't even follow his own ideology, he's no better than scum, so cue a few diffident bobbles of his head as he obstinately trains his gaze at the concrete floor. ]

So, uh. Thanks.