A soft "Euugh..." arose from the Chirurgeon as his fingers wrapped around the moist door handle and held it open for the other Changelings. As soon as Malcolm went through, Thao gently closed the door behind them. He looked at his hand for a moment and he paused to wonder why it had been so moist. Sweaty hands? He wiped away the moistness on his pants and took up again with the group as they ascended the stairs.
When the Darkling mentioned his need of a knife, Thao immediately felt his hand defensively grip his Bowie. It took him a solid five seconds to release his grip and answer the misty Winter. "D-d-depends on what yer gonna d-do with it." He let his hand rest on the hilt of the smaller steel knife gifted to him by Morgan. "Also, Ah d-don't think Ah c-caught yer name." The Wizened turned an eye over the unfamiliar Changeling and rested on his black feathered stumps. Something about those stumps and their unsaid implications sent a chill twitching through his fingers. Crow's feathers...Ah never liked crows. 'Re birds. Despite his unnerved demeanor, Thao extended a hand to the Darkling as soon as they reach the door at the third floor, bracing himself mentally for physical contact. Just cause he spooks me doesn't mean Ah can be rude.
"M-mah name's Thao Dinh Ngoc. D-don't worry ab-bout p-pronouncin' th' last name right, you c-can just say 'knock.'" Huh. It was the first time in a long time that he had changed up the little introduction routine he had nailed down since middle school. The inhumanly long fingers of his right hand reach out unnervingly and his middle and thumb twitch as they hang in the air.