Even that response strikes him as strange, but he nods all the same. He hasn't been here as long as some, but he feels it's been long enough that he's familiar with those who have been, and this is the first time he'd been confronted by anyone outright brandishing their weapon.

"...are you cold?" He mistakes her shudder as from the weather, and certainly he knows armor doesn't really do much for keeping one warm. "I can show you where there is shelter. This area is not as inhabited, but there are not many in this city to fill it."

It's when she speaks of undead that he pauses visibly. Again his helmet tilts, less curious, more cautious. "You are Risen?"