Kozmotis, for his part, looks confused. This boy isn't in the same sort of armor that the soldiers with the blasters are carrying, and neither is he for that matter. Though getting shot at could make anyone quite jumpy.

The galaxy was quite the large place, and despite his fame (or infamy, depending on whom you asked,) Kozmotis didn't expect to be recognized. Especially since he's not familiar with this world at all.

"Peace, I mean you no harm," he says, quite kindly. Luckily he didn't have his scythe, or he would cut a very threatening figure indeed.

"I am General Kozmotis Pitchiner." He crouches as he says it, wary for an attack from the window or the door.

"Are you hurt at all?"