A thin frown, and Chobe doesn't respond immediately, his eye scanning the area. This is supposedly a 'safe' zone, and he's found no tricks or traps. Even still, her presence is strange. Who would find comfort in such an odd contraption? Amenable to the changing world as he may be, he sorely wishes there were fewer surprises in these new lands.

Finally though, his body language relaxes slightly--still on guard, as he forever will be, but he withdraws his weapon, slinging it over his shoulder. He doesn't approach her though it's clear she's not meant to attack. She had the element of surprise on her side, after all. If she wanted an opening, she'd have taken it by now.

"A doll, eh?" He spits to the side, crass as ever. "So you're garden decoration? Someone must not give a shit about you if they left ya out here. I could "help" myself by seeing how sharp this blade is and taking off your wrists and head! Would ya still be able to sing without that? It'd please me but what about you, statue?"