Raven stepped out of the bushes. He was still suspicious, for not everything was as harmless as it looked in this world. Because of this he kept the gauntlets on, just to be on the safe side. 

"You sure did. Horse is dead, the caravan won't move, and like the kid said we're lost. Never know who you'll meet out here." He spoke clearly towards the woman. His facial expression was not an unfriendly one, but he certainly did not look like he was going to walk over to the women and give hugs. By no means was Raven worried, but if there's one thing he knew it was that judging a book by its cover wasn't always wise.