I step back and bow. It seems the reasonable thing to do.

Don obviously doesn't want this turning into a fight. I don't either, though I don't put the brush away. "Pleased to meet you. Please treat me well."

They don't look very convinced, but the man in the red coat - Marvelous? - hasn't brought the sword back up. The trident is drooping and the gun has dropped down.

"So, where is he from? What kind of warriors do they have? Do they have sentai teams?" the boy with the bandana rushes forward after a moment.

"Um." I don't know how to respond for a moment.