[ The momentum of his run with the sudden snap of that scarf- since when could a scarf do that?!- startles him, and Hunk stumbles, watching in awe as the Geezard flies through the air, landing a ways away.

Hunk, face first in the dirt, sees his knife, and quickly snatches it back up as he scrambles to his feet, restraining a grumble at the timing. He glances at the Geezard when she mentions it getting back up, and just groans. ]

I hope not, you look like you really did a number on it.

[ He walks over and smiles, reaching out a hand for a handshake. ]

You, uh, really helped me out of a jam there. Thanks. My name's Hunk!