A huff escaped Arty's lips and he let the sword vanish, then nodded toward the extended hand. "That's a bad idea, shaking hands with me." He walked closer, passing the knife and stopping just out of arms reach. "And what do you mean we? I don't recall you killing anyone here." A half smile that mirrored the smirk on alexander's face appeared. "The name's Arthur. You look like a man out of place, what with all that high tech armor and those turrets and that gun. Those aren't the kind of things you'd normally find on a world like this." Having been cast from his own world, and on a journey through countless others in his attempts to find a way back, Arty had a vested interest in finding out as much about this man and where he'd come from as he could. "How'd you get here, exactly?"