The intention counts for something, at least. He's fairly sure the animals won't pay her much mind, since the one here are a little tamer than the ones living beyond the walls, but he'll still keep an eye on them— and her, for that matter. He'd rather not have her knock them out for any reason, since that'd spell trouble for him.

He enters the cabin, and a few seconds later he's opening the door on her end, gesturing inside. "Come on in," offering his hand. "I'm Owen, by the way."