The Templar skids back a little bit as the woman uses his chest as a launch pad, an annoyed groan coming from him. He, for some strange reason, wasn't aiming his gun at her, even though he probably should be. Instead, the metal death machine hung limply at his side. "Names Skatai Neotar. Black Templar. I have no fücking clue where you are or how you got here. Nor do I know what this place is. I kinda just woke up. Maybe around... Half an hour to an hour ago." He let his Bolter go, it now just dangling on a chain, leading form the bottom of the grip to his fist. "Found you passed out on the ground by the way, so if I wanted to cause any harm, I would've done it then and there."