Now, here's a curiosity, someone else who looks to be of the same folk as her roommate. She has already ascertained they're not dwarves, or if they are not of the sort with which she is familiar. This is a plus in her book, as dwarves are boorish and only good for a few things, none of which she could use them for here.

She falls into step with him in the street and tilts her parasol so that it shades them both. The purple ruffles of her dress rustle while she walks. "You look like someone. Has anyone told you this before?"