[Grabbing that sleeve may feel strange for Sully. Francœur had two, bone thin arms in each sleeve. He reached to grasp onto his arm, his hand large enough to wrap around even the thickest part of his arm. However, his grip was very gentle, as if he thought the man was made of fragile glass.

He was calm now. They were moving to safety and clearly, this man was not here to hurt him. Being in the position that he was in, he obviously could not answer his question, so he did not even try.]