[Don't be too freaked out, Helen. But he smells you before he sees you. He also senses the indecision in whether to interrupt or not. But knowing it's a friendly sort of person, he's glad when she decides to speak up.
He partially squints over to her. It isn't sunshine but opening his eyes in the daytime is still letting the bright in.] Oh I'm a burner. [Pale skin and red hair will do that. But having been a hermit for several days, he's still enjoying the day out.] I promise not to enjoy the irony for a burning amount of time though.