If he knew about her lack of defensives, he'd try to do something about that. Maybe not a gun-gun, with bullets and lethal results way too easily for an amateur but anyone can use pepper spray or a taser..

So long as he could maintain his focus, she'd still only see someone oddly similar to both of her twins in one long, lanky frame. It might be a mystery but at least it wouldn't be frightening. And he didn't (well did, a tiny bit) want to frighten her.

"..So that radio broadcast from before, indicating a little station by July, was pointing directly to your home?" He's .. going to find whatever Wolfwood that was and stuff sand down his pants. Or shake him til something rattled loose. "Please tell me some of those visitors you have are also providing security." Not the 'small boys', he's certain, that sounded like she might have come with both of them when they were still very young, but if these 'other Vashes' were hanging around they damn well better or he was going to have to take some idiots to task before OTHER people got hurt. Again. "Or at least brought you a big mean looking dog."

And if that person were Rem? Intolerable. The lapse in concentration at that infuriating thought bites thin blades into his palm when one hand clenches, the sting of pain a sudden reminder to keep control and not let emotions run rampant. Control was always key. Breathe.