"Oh no." He stood to observe the figure before him, some may claim rudely scrutinizing what he saw without much commentary attached. Like he stood out in the open simply to be observed rather than move to go about his business. He should have been jarred by the odd contradiction in make and design, but he'd seen 'creatures' like him before. It lost its intensity over the years of experience. A sad feature of their time. "Are you here to fight? What lab have you come from?"
He had no clue where he was, but two things were for certain from the very moment he stepped out onto the streets: One, he was a stranger that stuck out like a sore thumb, and not welcome here. And two, this place was unlike any he had visited before, for he had never seen so much machinery in motion in one place before. Was this all running on steam, or…?
Ahem. Be that as it may. The Burmecian had little time to wonder about this place before he is already approached by… a man in armor? No… something felt off here…
“Lab?” The stranger’s words elicit an expression of confusion from the Black Mage. “I have no idea what you might mean good sir - but I can assure you, a fight is the last thing I am looking for.”