He tenses when the shadows falls over him, immediately beginning to turn to see who's with him. This, of course, means he's thoroughly caught on those claws as they close around him, the shoulders of his shirt shredding. He makes a grunt of irritation at this, realizing just how many holes he's going to have to patch before he can wear these clothes again.

Not that he holds this thought in his head for very long as she bends over him and he sees her broad jaw and her alien eyes, and he freezes in place. He feels very much like a prey animal in this moment, his eyes widening as he takes her in.

"Nice to meet you," he says after a beat, his voice cautious and careful. He has no idea what to think about this, and he waiting for her to make her intentions a little clearer.