Rylen advanced, glancing Mel's way before looking at this...Swordmaiden. Mel stood rigid as a statue, a silent sentinel that watched Mikasa's every move should she attempt to do something foolish. The Crusader stood before her and stopped. No doubt many other Knights would have attempted to disarm her and then have their way with her. He wasn't so crude or cruel, and took his oaths seriously, even in wartime. 

"I need not ask questions of your country, only questions of your person. Such as why you're riding out here with your lover or retainer, what have you. And why fire at two lone men riding about. Were it not that we were some of your own countrymen?" He supposed that was the manner of barbarians, but he wanted to hear here answer first, to get a look inside the mind of an easterner. He stood with one hand on his sword hilt, and the other at his opposite hip. Though it could grab his hidden mace easily enough once more.