[she blinks, unable to hide her surprise at his intuition, then smiles broadly. She salutes him with her poker, and bows slightly—obviously a practiced gesture, even if her backpack makes it lopsided. When she straightens up, she props her poker against one shoulder, like she'd carry her spear at rest.]

You're right, but our worlds can't be so different—one look, and you knew I prefer a spear. ...There's something of a warrior in you, too, to spot that so easily. Am I wrong?

[she's still friendly, but also subtly taking in his posture, his outfit, and everything else, to figure out what she's dealing with. This dude knows his stuff.]