It's like watching a horrible wreck - she can't stop looking at him. It's the hair, she thinks, and the clothing. The fashion sense she can't make sense of, despite the fact she's not exactly the most fashionable herself. Then again, this guy looks like he's trying.

When he talks to her, she jerks her head up abruptly, blinking slowly.

"Irathient. What are you supposed to be?"