Her first full breath is a relief and she coughs once or twice as she pulls herself together. He recovers quickly and her own stance is defensive in turn. Approaching him was clearly a poor choice on her part, but whatever has him vexed so could be a very real threat to everyone in this wasteland. But the next attack doesn't come--instead, he stares.

Allura stares back, arms raised and slightly crouched to dodge or cut him off if she must.

But then he asks that--which gives her a moment's pause. He'd just been accusing her of something a moment ago, hadn't he?

She puts on her most authoritative tone,

"I am Princess Allura of Altea, Representative of the Voltron Coalition, and Paladin of Voltron. I am not your enemy."

Those names might mean nothing in a place like this, but she has to try.

"And yourself, warrior?"