Well. A slight frown touches Gaius' face, then, the smallest sliver of guilt tugging at him as he watches the young woman start and drop her pen as he exits the room. Not that the reaction comes as much of a surprise. He knows the sight he looks, with his injuries and still ragged clothes, and he holds up a hand as if to placate her, showing that he's - at least mostly - unarmed.

"My apologies. I hadn't intended to startle you." Truth be told he hadn't been expecting to run into anyone so soon, either, with as quiet as it is in the cabin area. It's hard to see from a distance what it was the young woman had been writing on the door, but he pays that little enough mind as he approaches, stiffly kneeling down to collect the dropped marker and return it to her-

Only to pause, as he stands again, pale eyes studying the odd little mask she wears, and for a long, uncomfortable moment, it seems almost too akin to those hanging from his belt for comfort. But the too bright eyes behind the mask are kinder than any Ascian's, and her outfit so unlike their own; it takes a moment to collect himself again with that realization in mind, and his voice perhaps a bit warmer for it.

"I'm going to assume that you're a passenger rather than crew."