Veritas jumps, startled by the sudden appearance and modulated voice. He blinks at the red and black garbed... halovian? He's never seen pitch black halo and strange wings on his back without any feathers. With such unusual presentation, he's not even sure if he could say this man was a halovian. Just who exactly was he?..

He regains his composure quick when the sudden stranger announces his nonhostile, almost friendly intent. Veritas clears his throat, stepping aside to give the decorated individual space to deal with the plants in front of them. "I see no reason to refuse your assistance. By all means, have at it. Surely, this means you have something more suited to the task than I, mister..." He trails off, not having a name to refer to the newfound, seemingly helpful stranger by.