The girl was apprehensive as she continued to approach. A cautious expression was on her face, and her whole body was guarded. She had every right to be, as she had no idea that he meant no real harm. Cvetka was her name as she introduced, prompting a friendly smile to rise more on his own face. It curled and tugged at the corners of his lips, light shining in his eyes again for the moment. You may call me, O'Malley. Don't worry, I'm not going to eat you. You can settle down. It was his first attempt at getting her to calm down, though he wasn't sure how much he had succeeded. You from around here? An honest question from a somewhat honest man. He waited to see if she would accept his show of mutual respect, or if she would turn tail and run.