[GunSwordmen were always more at ease in the air. Tripod feet were very good to bash people on the head, not so much for walking. Melan looked down when he heard someone adressing him.]

[His eyes narrowed. Oh, it's you.]

[The Knight immediatly landed, somewhat close to the... creature. Melan had an eye on this one since he arrived here. This guy was strange: no biological data to speak of, unnatural endurance, and he had a hole in his torso not so long ago!]

I know you. I've seen you before. [And stalked you a little, as well. Melan is towering above Sissel, looking down at the... "human"] Who are you?

[He didn't mean to be agressive, but that 'person' might be a danger. Better safe than sorry.]