Hmmmm, that looks like a nope to her. There's a kind of sense in that, she supposes. Something she decides to voice aloud as he draws closer, her eyes sliding sidelong over his unusual form.

"You probably don't need weapons huh, what with all those teeth?" she gestures for him to follow her and leads them out of the bathing room into the far more utilitarian hallway beyond. It looks as one might expect a military base on some far-flung, desolate planet to look; stark, a little rough-hewn. Kinda creepy.

"Cool scars, by the way," because of course she notices something like that-- gnarly battle injuries always incite her jealousy. She has a a fair few herself, though few of her stories are as badass as she'd like them to be. "Are you like, some kind of warrior, where you're from?"

She ought to give him a moment to process one question at a time, she's sure. But look, he's intriguing, don't judge.