I apologize. I know that you're familiar somehow- in voice, in stature. I can't place it. I mean not to disrespect you.

[This means more to him than some petty sort of dignity. His dignity was worth more than being taken down by a silly guard uniform. He pulls his helmet off his head to look into her eyes without obstruction.]

Truly. [he bows. his hair, flattened by the helmet falls limply with his movement. It's a bit damp from sweat, loosening the waves in his hair. His face is that of genuine concern.]