Hearing the footsteps from a direction he glanced over to a woman. Well, it was a damn close comparison to the woman who was known as Natasha who poofed into thin air. Interesting enough, but Nyx wasn't about to dwell on that. This place was strange enough on it's own before he went diving down that rabbit hole.
As she approached Nyx spun the kukri he was holding and put it back in it's home in the sheath on his thigh, and then offered that big, playful smile of his. "Well, hello." Nyx turned to face her completely, looking her right in the eye. In that moment, Nyx took her in. His own rough hand, from years of holding weapons an combat clasped with hers in a firm and respectful hold. The way she stood in front of him, and came almost out of nowhere. She was cut of a clothe similar as his. Not sure she was a soldier or what, but she was a professional that was for sure. Another thing to ignore for another day. "Again, it's a pleasure to meet you, Tasha." He quoted her name back to her.
Looking around some, he then let his gaze fall back on her. "Nah. I'm alright at best really." Nyx shrugged some as he offered her the thermos of tea. "Tea as promised." Nyx smile brightly again. "I admit, my tea is probably very lackluster, but it will do the job." He laughed lightly. After he handed of the tea, Nyx pointed to her bag she was holding. "You'll allow me to carry your bag for you, yeah?" Ever the gentleman.