He mercifully doesn't move - she's safe from being chased. He just makes a point of turning his face up towards her and he comes with an awareness, there are no eyes, not anymore, but there is a decided feeling that he is looking from those empty sockets. Peering, perhaps, curious at her extreme reaction.

Or perfectly reasonable, considering.

The ash falls from him as his hands absently move. To look more human, perhaps, though it only sends the ash from his burned skin. "I am. I can do a lot more besides. But it will not bring harm to you."

At least, not if he doesn't see a reason to. But he carries on after. Thick and deep, his voice rumbles out of his barely connected jaw. The thin stretches of skin that seem to just hold him in place. "I am Zhukov, Hero of Tyvia."