[As he approaches, he finds himself wishing this could have happened on a foggy evening, just because he imagines he would look so cool being revealed as he stepped out from a mist. As it is, he just tries to keep his stride confident as he approaches, his sword sheathed at his hip, and he smiles once he sees her.]

Well met! Tis not so strange. It's natural to want company when trying something unusual. And I am all too glad to comprise said company.