Granted, the girl's reaction to him wasn't unprecedented-- but in the middle of a war zone, as he'd been, no one would of reacted as heavily to the sight of someone who was obviously a part of it too. And she, she was clearly not. The way she was dressed was out of the ordinary from the setting he'd just been in, and when she yelled at him, it lacked the hatred of the people from before. He didn't yet pick up on the reason why her words sounded a bit overly enunciated, but he looked mildly stunned by the choice. If he'd pegged this as being her fault, that the switch had something to do with her, it seemed unlikely now with how she appeared even more off guard than he. In contrast to the scene he'd just been a part of, this was much different.
"Spare you--" Setzer realized then, he was still holding his weapon in his hand. He returned it to the sheath inside his jacket, as he started to approach her more fully. He seemed to think that made him 'approachable' now (although he had no intention to calm her), even though he was still quite scarred, rough-looking, and blood stained. It wasn't that he was so self unaware, but that, given where he'd come from, that was not too far from the norm. "Tell me what's going on," he ordered her after she'd called out for help-- something he wasn't concerned about. He saw no reason to attack a clearly harmless girl, but if anyone armed did appear, he wasn't too worried about that. "Where am I, where is this place?" His tone was quite insistent because this made so little sense, and he wanted answers, not fear.
With magic only existing in a few people in his world, the idea that may of been caused by that didn't cross his mind. But he felt certain he was conscious..and what he was perceiving was real, because the change had happened too quick, too sharply, to be any hallucination. Where in the world had a forest like this that he would of logically ended up in-- nowhere near Albrook, that was for sure.