[Funkduder]

Michael didn't respond to Lev, and probably wouldn't have even if the Nephilim didn't pass by him. The creature's presence almost grabbed at his very being and caused Michael to throw up a strong mental block in mental instinct.
By the time his arm was in the splint, Michael already felt as though he didn't need it. He stood up, albeit slowly as his weariness returned, and checked inventory. He lost a couple courage capsules, crushing them on impact, but otherwise, most of his things were in excellent shape, if not acceptable.
In the back of his mind, Lev sounded offensive, if not maniacally clever: "'Don't give your name!' he says, and immediately gives mine."
He had to lie; deceit being his only possible reprieve from the immediate threat, the Nephilim. Looking up to Lev, he called, "You have me mistaken for someone else. I am John, Johnathan Tailor. I was on my way to see my brother on the other side, and I was taking a short-cut. Who are you, might I ask?" Fear kept his mentality static towards any invader. Even the Nephilim would have a bit of trouble breaking through the lies.