There was something of a challenge in his question, and it amused her, though she did not let it show. Her gaze snapped quickly over him. Tall, young, but with the bearing of a hunter, a stealthy one. She had only seen the faint scars, past reminders of Luke's marks on the man's body, but she recognized those looping, graceful strokes in the tattoos painted all over the man's arms and neck. He was a Shadowhunter, obviously, and looking for Luke, expecting to find Luke.

Probably a friend of Luke's, arrived from home, but Hild's instincts told her to be more cautious. Luke had many enemies at home, many Shadowhunter enemies, and she was not predisposed to like an armed stranger making demands of her in what she considered her space.

She looked him over, once, quickly, to learn what she could, then found his gaze with her blank, steady gaze.

"Hild." She left it to him to decide how to proceed.