If he wrinkled his nose at her, would it be considered rude? Well, too late to take it back now. She looks as if she's been on the losing side of a mud brawl. It's only the daggers in her belt that stop him from saying anything aloud about her appearance.

"As a matter of fact, I am," and he forces a smile. "And who might you be?" Never mind he hasn't bothered introducing himself yet.