A tweak of his brow flexed lines in his forehead, the tacit oh no? warming off as the woman's reflexive cover started to melt away. A chew on his jaw, as though gnawing on an invisible piece of gum, as she went on. "To each his Dulcinea," a shrug raised a shoulder as he looked down at their rattled Quixote before crouching down and taking a supportive hold under the cast metal to bring him back up on his feet, a whine of a piece as he tried to finagle it back into place and then decided it better to leave be lest the whole thing come undone.
"There he is, ready to seek gold, raid the natives, and come home to his queen by 5," a joust of his brows as they settled the metal cap on top of the explorers head.
"Kas," taking her offered hand for a shake with a nod as he caught her name. "Ah so you're the inventory technician of the mannequin army," a brief look around their many costumed surroundings while he dropped the buckaneer's coat down his shoulders to catch in his hands and fold over an arm. "The flyer said something about needing a hand packing some of the inventory up."