You want to talk about rediculious? As Malach stood up he got a better look at what the hell he as wearing. He hadn't worn a suit like this since the 1840's. Still, standing, he didn't feel the need to grab cutlery to defend himself, but he kept it in mind, just in case.

Instead he raised his hands to show he had nothing in them. "Name's Malach." He said calmly. No reason to tell him that he was Death. That would go one of two ways. Scare the man or anger the man. Neither were needed right now. "I'm just a traveler. One minute we were on the road, the next I was here."

He was still calm, hands held up. "Who are you?"