Despite his initial reaction, the woman did not come in for attack like he thought she might. She lifted a hand to greet him and made her way further down the mountain, closing the distance between them. Noah let his body relax some, straightening up his posture and releasing the tension in his shoulders. "It's okay, just glad I didn't loose an arrow on you." He half-smirked, shrugging his shoulders some in a light-hearted way. In another situation he might reciprocate an apology for his defensive response, but like his words demonstrated it could have been much worse of an action on his part. Noah was no stranger to things trying to kill him in Halo.
He let his eyes wander her for a moment, but as she came closer there was no familiarity. He decided she must be an Outlander. There had been a flood of them coming in and around Halo since the portals opened. Noah had found himself in a group of outlanders when the genie appeared in Halo, but this woman was the first outlander he had actually interacted with. Although he had loosened his stance some, relaxed his posture, and spoke with her, he knew that he could not let his guard down one hundred percent. While the man may have been more trusting than the other Halovian residents, he was not an idiot. "What brings you out to the Fangs/" he asked, casually trying to keep conversation with her. Whether she had made her presence known on purpose or not, Noah was going to treat her well, unless or until something told him not to.
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