One of the Legionnaires, then. She seems an odd comrade in arms, but then, it had been explained to him that their ranks were chosen from far and wide, from many walks of life, many different worlds.

Hers must be very, very warm.

Still, she's making an attempt to be friendly, isn't she? It's not an instinct he knows how to deal with well. The last person who tried, the Federal Army's resident doctor, had wound up being as quietly frightening as she was chipper.

So Namorita will forgive him if he's a little wary, even in light of such a bubbly greeting.

"I am." Deep and resonating, that voice, obviously being distorted by some degree through the filter in his helmet.