The familiar sound of fists against a punching bag had drawn his attention, but he hadn't approached just yet, inclined to examining the other available equipment. He could make use of it later after all, and for the time being, occupy himself here. Of course, when he's acknowledged, he straightens up from the weights that he'd been lifting just off the deck to inspect to face the man that stands several inches taller than him, and immediately offer him a polite bow.

"Yes, sir." His voice is perhaps higher than might be expected from someone of his stature, quiet in the way of someone accustomed to keeping to himself.