He really did sound nice. The beginnings of a smile at his mouth didn't go unnoticed by River. Nor did anything else. The clothes were decent but not overly nice. Same with the shoes. He was by himself. It suggested a man of some means but not one of the upper class on this planet. The way the fabric sat on his frame lead her to believe he was unarmed. Though there was that bag...<br/><br/>He had an accent but she couldn't place it. That was going to irritate her. There was a trace of the "border planet drawl" but something else too. What was it? She tilted her head and frowned in curiosity. Did he have some connection to the girl? Or maybe, like her, he just wanted to do a good deed.<br/><br/>River was quite good at reading people. In terms of body language, the way they spoke, and other more uncommon means. She wasn't trying those yet. Her eyes gleamed as she looked at him. He wasn't nearly as much of an open book as other people.<br/><br/>Maybe it was because he just was. He came across as warm and good-natured, naturally open. But appearances could be deceiving and she was living proof of just how true that was. Was it possible that anyone was really like that?<br/><br/>No. Which meant that he was quite adept at putting up the front and that meant lots of practice. Where and why? She glanced down at the bag. "You may," she said, readying herself for movement if it proved to be a weapon of some kind. She was forced to acknowledge there wouldn't be much she could do if that was the case.