Glacius simply nods, a twinge of... resignation? Or sadness? Faintly coloring his alien features as she confirms she had the same bias against his nonhuman appearance. At least she has the decency to apologize, though, and she meets his gaze any trace of negative emotion that might have been coloring his has been smoothed out. He gives a polite dip of his head.

"Good to meet you," the ice alien replies, then flicks his gaze down to her bow. "You may pick up your weapon now; it would be unfair of me to ask that you remain unarmed in this place for long, and shows a respect for peace that you would release it for a moment. Did you come down here aiming to hunt..?"