Henry's first instinct is to hide his blade the moment he hears footsteps, but the shine of the light wouldn't escape even the dullest of minds. Most from the century would probably dismiss it as a lamp or something, as the flash is brief and he deactivates the blade immediately.

But judging by the calm tone, he assumes that this person is more than used to seeing strange things in his day to day. That helps avoid a lot of explaining, at least. One less thing to worry about.

"It's hardly a trick," he says, trying not to sound offended. The handle of his Cross Saber comes back into view, less afraid of bringing it into the open now that this masked stranger seemed unafraid of it. A little twirl of it, but leaves it inactivated for now.

"I take it you've got something interesting up your sleeve, too."