Henry was beginning to think this was a lost cause, and he was seriously entertaining the idea of finding clues and/or people elsewhere, when that husky, feminine voice sounded. Because he’d not neither seen nor heard anyone emerge from the sacristy--or any place else, for that matter--he was startled and almost jumped. Almost. As per usual, though, he managed to remain cool. He let his eyes search over the spacious chamber, and it took him a second to find the source of the voice; despite the candles, it was still relatively dark in the nave. Once he’d spotted the woman, he turned to her and tried his best to look harmless and unassuming. Which was far from complicated, really.
After that, he took in what she’d said. Henry’s brow furrowed. What the hell? He’d never seen this woman before. Was someone after her, or something? Did he have some kind of crazy doppelgänger? Honestly, he wouldn’t be surprised if that was the case.
… Of course, that was a pretty stupid idea, and rather self-centered to boot.
“Uhm, no. I’m not… I’m…” Dammit, stop stumbling, she’s going to think you’re bizarre. “My name is Henry.” He finally managed, and that was all he had to offer in the way of both explanation and greeting. Subsequently, Townshend lifted his arms little by little, as if to show that he was unarmed.