"Cole was forgotten, so people do'n't see me either. Not unless I remember to let them. Being seen and noticed is frightening. You know that."

He says it very casually, conversationally. His face is largely hidden under his hat, face tilted down a touch to hide him.

"Fighting is natural. Less so for me, but I'm very good at it now. Mortal things have to fight, to survive, that's how it works. You know that, more than lots of people, but only up here." He taps his head. "You don't feel it the same way. I'm going up if you are, because the things up there will eat you." He shrugs and turns to show her his back.

The knives on the harness are long, sharp and clearly well handled.