It's an instant turn at the voice, the hand with the thorned vine raising as if to attack, before seeing Trevor's posture and slowly lowering back down. Someone else from the hotel?
Green eyes observe Trevor a long moment, taking in his build, the weapon he has, trying to gague his energies and possibly his strength. He doesn't feel any trace of energy that would worry him, but strength? It's there. Maybe even enough to give him a challenge.
Finally, he speaks, shifting to a free grip on his whip to show he truly means no harm, and voice gentle enough as well. "I have for now, yes, but I appreciate that you were ready to assist. One never knows when things can sour."
The last sentence may be a joke if that small smirk as he speaks it is any indication, though it fades back to polite and curious for his question.