He catches her hopping down to the lamppost, steeling himself for a fight before registering that the unknown is—a girl. Still, he keeps position for a brief moment, looking her over; is she dangerous?

No, she probably isn't, he decides as he brings his knives down. Of course there are people here, this looks like.. well, it doesn't look like some sort of human civilization but maybe something of the gods, and he could buy that this girl wasn't human, maybe. Even so, he isn't about to start answering to anyone when he has questions of his own.

"Who the hell are you?"