The sound of her, the look she gave him, even the arcanine suddenly appearing before her, all this gave him pause. Made him look down at himself and realize, with a brief sigh, because all things considered it was no surprise she was intimidated. Perhaps even frightened.

He didn't step closer and into her room, making no move that might be interpreted as a threat by her or her pokémon companion.

"My name is Thorin." And what was he supposed to do for the rest of this explanation? If he had more of a way with words, perhaps. "I heard someone crying, and went to see what was wrong."

As he spoke, something about him shifted to better fit him into the scenery. His clothes, while still travel-stained, still Calderan in pattern and design, changed into something richer than they were, more elaborate, more vibrantly colored.