The way it all stops mid-work is kind of impressive. Whoever this one is, she must be someone important? Among the flock of whatever these are? Maybe? Or they just respect someone like her more than the big muscle guy with armor.

It doesn't really matter.

They stop, he keeps his clothes on. Or, armor on, in this case. He exhales, and pushes his hand through his hair.

"Thank you. I appreciate the help..." And then he holds out a hand to her. "I'm Shiro."