For a second, the way she looks at him reminds him so much of the people of Luxerion that it's almost hard to breathe. That wary lack of trust, as if the whole world is out to get her...hm. Maybe it feels a little familiar, too.

His swords remain strapped to his back; he puts his hands up for a second to show he's not armed. No random attacking from him.

"I sure hope not," he says, putting his hands on his hips and glancing around at their surroundings. "Fighting in here would probably get pretty cramped. Besides, I'm not sure how to kill a skeleton." The faintest hint of smile tugs at his face.