Gwaine gives the man a cautious once over, he's clearly a fighter and even by the array of strange clothing around them he looks to be a little down on his luck. Not that Gwaine can really judge him for that, the coat draped over the bench beside him is more patch and clumsily mended tear than original garment but he still prefers it to the finer quality clothes his new life as a Knight of Camelot affords him.

"And who exactly would I be asking, friend?"