Firefly Glen Follow the Signs

Even if her inquiry was enough to announce her intentions were not hostile, the step she took forward was enough to trigger a defensive stance. Perhaps against his own good intentions, a growl rippled through, he was clearly feeling uneasy with being approached by someone he didn't know before the attack. Can... can you even smell him through my own? Eventually, the words came to him, as he spoke the paladin found his zen once more and realized the razor's blade he walked along. 

This time he took a single step forward to greet her, inviting the dark woman in to take a sniff.

Good. Even if it is what he wanted to hear, it was still enough to keep his guard up around her. He'd stay near the woman just long enough for her to pick out any scent on him that wasn't his own, and proceed to create space again. Caution, he couldn't risk being blindsided again. He had lost so much already, so much blood, energy, skin, even if he would put up a fight until the very end, Rosencrantz knew he wouldn't be able to fend off this one let alone her companion to boot.

At least, in this case, it would be more honourable than becoming someone's prey, a meal, and nothing more.