“I don’t know what you used to do,” she points out, although maybe she’s not totally oblivious to the past tense. She falls silent long enough to listen to the rest, optics flaring brighter at mention of Verity’s name. Things still are't falling into place. But it does get her to wonder if maybe she’s jumped on a false reading here. Maybe. So- what, he’s here to get away from his own kind, whatever they are? What kind of world is he from?

Standing around thinking about it isn’t helping, so in the end she lets out a troubled ‘hmmph’ and just nods slightly. Since she hasn’t drawn a gun, she reciprocates his gesture the best way she can and folds her arms. Her fists are her primary weapons anyhow. All right. Let’s try this. Not like she can’t respond fast if he changes his tune.

“Blaze-37. Guardian of the Last City on Earth.” She’s dubious still. “You’re trying to tell me you’re here for some kind of refuge?”