Sarthis was surprised at the sudden appearance of the small human, it wasn't often that someone managed to sneak up on him. He quickly assessed her as she made mildly insulting guesses at his name. Clothing was a little too conservative for what he knows heroes to normally wear. And her reference to the other heroes as "ragamuffins" and using the word "they" was peculiar. Oh, and the fact that she just dropped from what he now saw was an open vent in the ceiling. All this was telling him that she either didn't belong here or was new herself. He decided to talk with her more before he jumped to any further conclusions.

"I was finally cleared to enter the facility this morning. I guess one could say I'm the new guy, or more accurately 'a' new guy." He tried not to be too obvious in his observance of her reactions to his words but he doubted she had much experience in reading the facial expressions of his race. "Mostly I'd just like to find a place where I could store my belongings." He said, gesturing to the large pile of metallic crates adorning the hovering Cargo Pad. "Preferably somewhere secure. I don't suppose you would happen to know of such a place? But I forget my manners, my name is Sarthis. What may I call you?" 

In Sarthis' experience, nothing set a dishonest person on edge like extreme politeness. They had a habit of hearing it like you were mocking them in some way. Like you knew something they didn't or wasn't falling for a lie they'd told. And if she didn't have some ulterior motive, worst case was that he'd come off as condescending or arrogant.