Voph's helmet turned to follow Traveler's gaze as the woman approached.  His left hand came up to pull his hood back, and remove the helmet entirely, revealing his visor-veiled eyes and mop of black hair.  He held the helmet idly by his side, right hand never moving from the butt of his pistol.  "I am Voph.  Youngest of my father.  Well met."  

Voph glanced back to Traveler for a moment, then back to the approaching female.  His brow furrowed as he squinted, right hand leaving the butt of the pistol to touch the side of his visor briefly, before returning to the pistol.  He watched the woman quietly, making a mental note to keep distance between the two.  She certainly had the look of a warrior about her, and a brawler at that.  His gaze flicked to the caravan behind her for the briefest of moments, then back to the woman.  When she was well within ear shot, Voph said, "I cannot speak for my new friend here, but I, at the least, intend your caravan no harm."