He slowly turns around, from the window he had been staring through to the strange girl who had walked in and who he had come to associate with unease. Nothing more, and as Potemkin always reminded himself when he started having these thoughts, there are much worse things than unease, but he's not comforted by having someone to talk to.

"My weapon makes it a very attractive option to target what is harder to block with my hands..." he starts saying while she continues to move, intending to only answer her question, but her last inquiry makes him pause.

"No?" That came out as quieter than what he was expecting. Feebler, like he's lost his lead navigating this topic.