A woman? The hand that had been creeping towards the bow on his back eased away. His hands were offered out, palms towards her, fingers fanned out to show how empty they were. He had no intention of being threatening. He also had no intention of being spotted first.. whoever the woman was, she was rather observant, amazingly observant.
"Friend, thief or bandit? I suppose that all depends on who you are." He repeated, a hint of bemusement in his tone. "I'd grown rather fond of outlaw, myself." Robin smirked. He was still approaching, stepping onto the path and into the light radiating from under the bridge.
"I am Robin Hood, Earl of Huntingdon, rightful Lord of Locksley Manor. Honored member of the King's guard.." He paused, waiting, hoping for some sign of recognition to him, to the locations he spoke of.. ".. King Richard?" Robin had the sinking suspicion that roasted squirrel was the only common ground between himself and the girl under the bridge.