Curiousity Kills

Mekira growled, cursing his lousy sense of direction as he strode through the dark and damp hallway, his pike at his back, clad in his usual clothes.
"Dammit, where in the hell am I? And how do I get out of here?"
He'd always been a curious adventurer, an explorer, without a past he never had much choice but to be one, always entering new areas and meeting new people.
Mekira suddenly stiffened, hearing what seemed like footsteps behind him.

Mekira sighed, slowly turning to look at her, and then chuckled.
He held out his left hand, smiling.
"My name's Mekira, and I'm just as bloody lost as you."

Mekira reached out and touched her shoulder with his left hand in a comforting way, his eyes concerned for this stranger.
"Are you alright? Is something wrong? We'll find a way out, I'm sure."

Mekira arched his eyebrows, as if hurt.
"Powers? No...I am an electrokinetic, I don't use my powers much. Why? Are you hurt?"

Mekira chuckled.
"Are you sure this isn't love at first sight? I've never been told I make people feel weak by my touch."
He smiled.
"But enough jokes, I suppose we'll have to find a way out of this place."