He should be nervous, especially with such an obvious itchy trigger finger (or whatever the bow equivalent was) aimed at him. But knowing his defense system was still more or less intact did wonders for keeping up that whole angelic serenity thing, and so he simply arched an eyebrow as he looked back to the man.

"We are allies," he pointed out. "Even if I were not concerned simply because I would rather not see anyone so distressed, it is in my better interests to make sure that you are alright."