He could sense that the girl was somewhat uneasy or troubled. He wasn't sure why, but the nerves were definitely there, vibrating underneath her calm exterior. A part of him felt sorry for her, but another part was merely curious, wondering where the girl had come from and what had her so high strung. Maybe she just needed to toughen up. It wasn't his business, so to speak, but he liked being involved in all aspects of the place he resided. He liked knowing what was going on. Not for any kind of personal gain, but just to know.
"Thank you, Heather," he purred, not in a sexual manner, but just because that's how his voice worked. He grinned at her, hands still clasped behind his back, and stepped toward her, still taking everything about her in. "You may call me Graverobber. Everyone else does," he commented simply with a shrug, as if nothing in the world could possibly be odd about being called 'Graverobber.'