No, he wasn't about to panic. He was angry. Confused. Worried he had lost his throne to Tudor. All of it, but not panicking and not in any way he was about to show to a subject. Because the man was of England as surely as Richard was himself.
"King Richard." he finally said. He paused looking at the man, it was unlikely that he would recognise his king. Not everyone got to see them face to face even with the Royal progresses. No matter this place and the strangeness of it. He was still the king. Crown or not. He let Much help him and tried his best not to cause him pain given he was injured himself. America though was not a word he knew. "...I've not heard of it. Or this Kansas. Is it new discovered? Why here?"
The mention of magic though made the King pause, "I do believe in it, much as it is heresy to practice such darkness I believe it exists. Who has cast this magic?"
He knew he was asking a lot of questions but this, all of this was more confusing than anything he'd experianced. Why was he here?