Excuse you, you don't even have a team okay.

He did take a few steps back to give her a bit more space. So as not to actually crush her, or parts of her, under a tankfoot. For a moment or two longer, he was silent, studying her -- as if committing her frame and overall design to memory. Maybe he was. He blinked a bit at the mention of his name, snapped out of his scrutiny.

"Yes?" Those yellow optics squinted. "Do I know you?"