"I don't think so." If she notices the gun, or recognize it as any kind of danger, she doesn't seem interested in letting on. She comes to a stop standing just slightly closer than is entirely good manners, but only by an inch or two, and peers up at him intently.

"Mmmm... no! I don't recognize you, so why should you recognize me?" And so decided, she sticks a hand out to shake, just like she'd been taught you're supposed to greet humans. "My name is Artika. What is yours?"