He catches the momentary panic and takes a careful step back. For a moment, he wonders if she really is from when he was trying to kill her. That would be just his luck, honestly. She doesn't draw her sword, though, and that can only be a good sign.

"Hey Owl, " he looks upwards, because... well, at least Owl's here, and pretty chilled out, he'll take that as a good sign too

He looks back at Cassandra, shifting uneasily. Things aren't exactly great between them, and haven't been for well over a year. Cass used to be someone he could talk to no matter what, one of his most trusted people. But now things are complicated- partly due to him, partly due to her. Their mutual switching of sides. He's not sure if they're friends or enemies or what any more.

"Uh... when did you get here?"