Hardly.

[ He offers, aloof. His eyes had glanced up as soon as she sat down, but he waits to answer until she's settled in, confirming that she was really the person in the profile picture he'd (extremely briefly) looked at. You know, underneath that dried blood. And sans that dangerous looking weapon.

It doesn't seem like her appearance bothers him, though, nor does it elicit any obvious sense of pity or concern, as he takes in her disheveled state with an even, cold stare. ]

It's just a random codename. I don't know who else is aboard this train. [ Does he have something to hide, or is he just overly cautious? Only time will tell. ] Shall I assume the case is the same for you?

[ this seems like it should be sarcastic, but he sounds like he's being genuine... maybe middlefinger has a deeper meaning he's not aware of!! ]