It appeared the humans in this world were quite organized. Mithias approached a gated complex that resembled a Soldier outpost from his own world, a highly militaristic organization charged with the mission of keeping peace, the price of which was often blood. Could these people have been Soldier as well? He looked around, able to see in the dim light. Power for electric lighting was probably hard to come by in this ravaged modern setting. No, none of the symbols on the buildings or trucks were recognizable to the vampire, and Mithias began to wonder exactly how these people felt about his species. 

He put his hands up, a multitude of rifles hanging from shoulder straps on both of his arms. "I come in peace!" He shouted back then began to set all his gear on the ground beside him. A backpack filled with ammo was set down as well. Clearly he was intelligent and not a zombie, but perhaps they still needed to verify he was not a danger.

Mithias stepped to the side. There wasn't too much they could do to him if he wanted to escape them, short of catching him with a bazooka. He was far stronger than any mortal and bullets would not likely do enough damage to stop him. Humans certainly would try to kill him, if they were afraid, but he knew their habits well and how to assuage their fears. First, he'd have to get past their reaction to his appearance.

Standing a short distance from the pile of weapons, Mithais stood with his back straight and hands clasped behind him as they approached. He made no sudden moves. It was only as they got closer that they could see the details of him: the certainly non-military haircut he had, the very light skintone and eyecolor -granted it was dark outside, and his significant height and build. He could probably pass for a human until someone shined a brighter light on him, but by then he would have explained himself. 

"My name is Mithias. Take these weapons as a token of my good will. They are of no use to me. I have been sent by the Astral Administrator, Lydia, to return stability to this world." In all honesty, Mithais had no idea how he was going to do that or even if these beings knew who that was. Fuckit, what harm was there in honesty? He looked at the soldiers. "You seem to be in quite the predicament."