It's a sombering thing to hear, especially now that they're in the arena proper. They aren't here to work together or make friends or share in an adventure, they're here to kill each other, to die and be brought back again. He stares up at the weapons, not moving for a few seconds. No, he wouldn't kill anyone. Not if he had to. He'll let the salutation go without an answer for now as he gets back to pulling down armor and weaponry with an uncharacteristic efficiency.