It doesn't take long for Hans to realise he has nothing to fear as far as the stranger goes. He raises his hands so it's all the more apparent that he's unarmed, glad to see the other man doesn't have something dangerous in his hands.

"Thank goodness." He lets out a sigh of relief as he speaks, a small smile tugging at his lips. Still a little wary, he'll shuffle forward as he's invited to share so he can get a better look at both the weapons and R. There's something very strange about him, but he can't quite put his finger on it. He doesn't feel as cautious as he should be, so he hopes the other man isn't intentionally disarming.

A small sound of awe escapes his lips as his eyes dart over the weapons and he's not shy about smiling a little wider at R. "That's very generous of you- oh!" He suddenly recalls the pastries he stashed in the pocket of his pajamas and sleeves. It's not much and, honestly, he wouldn't blame R for not being interested, but he'll hold out a donut anyway. "It's not much, but I'm sure they've been decimated by now." He is of course referring to the lines of pastries he'd come across on the first floor and assuming R knows that.