Sigyn wasn't exactly sure what to make of this man. He struck up a casual conversation with a woman he had not been introduced to, and was then bold enough, or gauche enough, to comment on the fact that she was in her shift. A polite gentleman would not have done that. Then again, a proper maiden wouldn't be out here doing what she was doing in her state of undress either, so she supposed she didn't really have a leg to stand on in that argument.
Still, she moved towards her clothing, still holding her hammer tightly. While he seemed friendly, appearances could be deceiving, and she was in her underdress. Some men, a lot of men, would want to take advantage. While she knew, logically, that putting on the hangerock would not deter a truly determined attacker, it wasn't some magical shield, it would at least demonstrate that she was not a loose woman. Getting it on one handed would be a tad awkward however, so she clutched it in her free hand and considered.
Finally, she asked outright, “Would you mind turning around, please? I would feel better if I were properly dressed. Obviously I was not expecting company, and I would like to compose myself.”
Sigyn wasn't certain if he would actually give her that concession, and even to her own ears it sounded a little stuffy the way she'd asked it. But she didn't want to be overly friendly either, given that she was in her shift. “After that,” she offered, “I'll explain what I'm doing and you can wax poetic about burning things down if you like.”