The Medic jumped at the voice, his eyes darting about until they’d located and settled upon the Spy. He’d been so enrapt by the sunset that he’d not heard anyone approach; not that one typically heard spies approaching. “Hallo… Vhat do you vant?” he asked guardedly, watching for any signs of hostility.
He brought his hands up, showing the other he wasn’t carrying any weapons. He was so use to everyone’s happy, overly friendly demeanors that he didn’t even consider he may have come off as a threat.
"Do not vorry, I have no intentions to harm you. If I vanted to do that, I vould happily vait for my chance on our battlements." He assured him as he walked over. "I am merely… Your average, friendly spy looking for company."
"Friendly…?" Josef asked quietly, not totally willing to believe that a BLU would be truly friendly to him. He’d always been a nervous sort, and as of late he’d been even more unsettled than usual. Although he did not move away from the other man as he approached, he still was visibly tense. "I’m afraid zhat I do not do so vell vith entertaining company. I am usually alone."
"I do not require any entertaining, I am simply making idle conversation vith my fellow mercenary. There is no harm in that, is there?" He asked, giving a grin as he peeled off his balaclava. No need in hiding his face, the other mused, especially with how apprehensive the other looked. Then again, his pale face with his sunken in cheeks and darkened eyes didn’t exactly say friendly either.
"I am Stanislav Vikentieva, who do you happen to be, my leetle doktor?"