The fire is a welcomed surprise, and despite the fact her blood allows her to withstand the cold more than other types might, Rose finds herself grateful for the warmth it emits. She doesn't draw too close, still giving him some space, but she can feel the flames.

"It's no problem," she offers him a smile. It's careful, but kind. "If people hadn't helped me when I first washed up, I probably wouldn't have made it. It's... rough."

He clearly has come with some... advantages most people would lack — four sentient mechanical arms that apparently want to keep him alive — but even he deserves some help, in her opinion. Everyone does.

"....Unfortunately, it just gets worse from here. I don't know what kind of world you came from, but this place is pretty crazy."