He was afraid of things, but generally those things were not people. He was stronger than he appeared. It took quite a bit to scare him off. A angry look and snapping voice weren't going to do it-unless it came from Robin. That was the one person it might work with and even then Much was stubborn. He always came back, always wanted to help him. "No not really, but is the storm entirely necessary? It's yours isn't it?" Much didn't like magic. It generally meant water dunking and hanging where he was from. He somehow doubted this woman was going to be as simply stopped as that if it came down to it. Which it was hoping it wouldn't. Maybe he could do some amount of good here and calm her down at least a little.
"Let me guess, this wasn't the place you just were." He had to squint at her through the rain. Eventually he had to even take off his hat, it was only cloth and it was soaked through. It didn't help with the chill that the sudden storm had brought. Extreme weather wasn't new on him, but he wasn't a fan of fire or lightning. Either one he could have done without. "What's your name?" Small talk. Maybe that would get her guard down just a little. Distract her at the very least. Her staff was making him uneasy the more he stood around it.
All he'd wanted to do was get more wood and make his bow, but now he was stuck in the rain with a rather angry looking woman. Why did they always do that at him? He wasn't exactly a casanova but he did try.