Well, he's not lunging at her, at least. He doesn't seem like he's going anywhere else for the moment, either. If anything, he seems rather timid. If Terezi had to wager a guess, she'd peg him as a lowblood of some kind. But that doesn't really matter here.

"Taking edibility for granted is the quickest way to get yourself killed out here," she points out. "If this is how you've always done it, then you must be lucky that it took you this long to get sick." The way he says that, though, she has to wonder how many arenas he's been in. As far as she could tell, she's never met him before. Maybe he meant back home?

"What's your name? Did you just get here?"