Wing is an expert martial combatant with centuries worth of training. Reading body language comes naturally at this point, and the fight-or-flight reflex is also something of a universal thing. He sees her tense and it triggers a little dismay in his own posture.

"I'm sorry, if I startled you." Great metal hands the color of charcoal come out in front of him, open in a peaceful gesture, empty of weapons, his face donning a smile that exudes a calm sort of patience. "It's not an uncommon reaction, don't worry I'm not offended. Please, call me Wing."

His helm tilts curiously, noting the green skin. He doesn't know the full range of variables in human appearance but this one seems to be new. That or she is something else entirely. "I take it you are a 'Guest' here like myself?"