He hears her before he sees her, his hand instinctively shooting up toward the hilt of his sword. He's quick to realize that it's just some fancy lady and not like, some kind of killer robot or whatever though, but then he's left with his hand awkwardly hovering in the air for a moment before he attempts to save it by running his fingers through his hair instead. Nailed it, she's totally convinced that he's not about to cleave her in half, right? Whatever.

"No, it's okay. Pretty sure you were here first, anyway."

Even if she wasn't, it's not like this area was private. Still, he takes a couple steps back of his own, his gaze falling on the massive headpiece she's holding. Is now a weird time to strike up a conversation? I mean, probably, but maybe she knows something about this place, who knows.

"That looks like it weighs a ton. Did the robots make you wear it?"