Without any sign of self-consciousness, Devero reaches up and takes it. Apparently he's fairly used to being helped up by people smaller than him, because he's careful not to yank the smaller off-balance as he regains his feet.

"You did," he says with a wry twist to his lips. "That was my own fault. Can't believe my Interface stayed on through that."

He straightens out his clothes and looks away for a moment, his gaze going to the middle distance as he gestures through the quick diagnostic routine with said Interface. No errors found - what a relief.

Turning back to Gen, he starts to make a new gesture with one hand, then halts it and lets the hand drop. There isn't any point, is there? "My name's Devero," he says instead, "he/him. Thanks for the warning, even if I ignored it."