Something about the stance she's got is really getting all the hair up on the back of his neck: he's seen that stance in cats waiting to lunge. He's sure if the light was high enough to see as much, her pupils would be just as huge as any hunting cats, and suddenly it annoys him that he's feeling so very intimidated by this person. Never mind it's physically warranted, he feels terrorized and very judged and he does not like it one bit.

"I seriously doubt that I'm anything of the sort, we're not even close to from the same world, I don't know why you would even think that." His voice is fast with nerves but he stares at her, brows suddenly pulled together, his shoulders up but defiant. "Will you back off, please?!"