He notices her a split second before she strikes and is barely able to juke out of the way, rolling on his shoulder and coming up with his right hand aimed as if it's a weapon. His eyes are hard and cold until they get a better look at who'd engaged him.

Her skin may be gray and she may have technicolor horns, but that's not what shakes Albert and makes him pull back defensively. It's that she appears to be a teenaged girl.

"Wait, I don't want to hurt you," with his perfectly human hand. Damnit, he really needs to get it together. A moment ago he'd been ready to take out anyone he could but how many others are children like this girl? Like Chaud?