[He stops, blinks in surprise at the knee-jerk reaction of 'fear', then adopts a small, apologetic smile as he scratches the back of his head.] Sorry about that.

[He then tugs at the hem of one of his sleeves as a faint look of distaste crosses his face, his gaze turned on the black garment he's wearing.] If this thing weren't as useful as it is, I would've burned it by now.

[Another pause, and he looks back at her with a wry smile.] Well, I would've tried to burn it. This thing would probably survive the attempt.