He couldn't help but watch her as she stepped back. He couldn't recall her ever wearing anything remotely similar, and he couldn't pretend he didn't like it, either. But knowing a comment would likely result in a scathing reply, he kept his thoughts to himself, as he stepped in to the room behind her, closing the door behind them.
"Not yet. I ran in to Gisborne, of all people. He told me you were here. I wanted to see you, first." That had been far more important than worrying about something as trivial as a room. And looking at his surroundings, he thought it was going to take more than a bit of getting used to.
"I suspect I will need the help," he said with some amusement. The simple things in the room, chairs, a table, he recognised. Others were beyond him. He set his bow down to lean against the wall by the door, moving further in to the room.
"How long have you been here?" He asked her curiously. "Gisborne was talking about coming from a time ahead of me? I am still trying to get my head around that." And what of Marian? Where had she come from?