Stratos is quite amenable to assisting children: as the armor he's wearing might suggest, it's one of the more pleasant duties he's called upon for. Said armor is segmented steel, lined and trimmed in red cloth, and ending in a kind of plated skirt above his knees: a bit Ancient Rome and a bit medieval. He's not carrying any obvious weapon, despite his attire. When addressed he pulls his hood back from his face a little, the better to see the boy speaking to him.

"Certainly. What do you need?"

He's stopped fretting every time he spots a child around these parts, but he can't help the concern that creases his face ever so slightly. Planes like this just don't seem like any place for children.