Her eyes are slate green, like a stormy sky, and they're piercing when she looks him over, gauging, wary. Large, well-dressed men are a rarity where she comes from, and she has yet to meet any she liked, but she's smart enough not to judge at a glance. He's also ridiculously tidy, more well-kept than the wives used to be. He may have to forgive her later for assuming he's no kind of fighter. In any case, his body language says a lot more than his general appearance.

Still, he may notice her stance, turned so her metal arm is a barrier between her and him. She looks like fight-or-flight instincts could kick in very quickly, but they haven't yet. "Complicated like what?"

Poison is usually pretty simple, in her experience, so she doubts he means that.