He had that itch. He had learned to use that itch, swinging around to turn to the red man. Too composed to be panicking and too far to be doing his own thing. He takes a drag from his cig before looking hard at the red face. The human had white hair that was unkempt and a vaguely Japanese ethnicity. Not distinctly though. He took a moment before turning to walk again now, itch scratched. though he did speak. "you coming to help or you a sabatour? Cause I am more formidable than I look. Still wish my armor wasn't crap." he kept walking as he talked, closing in on the destination.