Pridopus suddenly found themselves frozen to the spot. They couldn't even remember the last time they addressed [i]anyone[/i] on purpose, let alone this slightly off-putting woman towering over them. Words suddenly lost them; so fast that they didn't bother to question how it was that everyone in this establishment seemed to be understanding one another perfectly, regardless of their starkly contrasting appearances. 

They met the woman's gaze dead-on and felt a strange chord of intimidation. They were just so...blank? No, no, that wasn't the right word, not nearly the right word, for there was [i]something[/i] in those eyes, but nothing like anything Pridopus had seen before. And they'd seen plenty of eyes, usually furrowed in a deep glare as they watched the tiny figure scamper off with two handfuls of "supplies". They'd seen tiny red eyes that flashed in warning; green eyes that twinkled and dazzled anyone who saw them; rows upon rows of blank white sclera emptily gawking from the maw of a cave-sized hellbeast.

The point was, these eyes were not like that. But they were eyes not unlike their own. There was just a certain [i]wizened[/i] quality to them, almost as if the figure above were saying [i]you think [b]you've[/b] seen some crazy shit? I could one-up you a million times over.[/i]

And why stop here? 

What if this woman could travel of her own volition, not subject to the will of some kind of experimental cosmic force? 

What if she was just stopping by, and if they didn't act now then they would lose the chance-

The chance to go home?

...Or maybe Pridopus was just reading too much into it.

This was probably just a normal human person.

Oh wait. They still hadn't responded yet. So they have just been...staring into the eyes of this innocent person with unsettling intensity until now. They blinked; tears had begun to well up in their eyes from said prolonged staring. They struggled, raking through their brain in attempts to latch on to [i]some[/i] semi-coherent string of words to throw back at this nice lady to prove that they weren't some kind of shady robber about to take their stuff.

(At least, not in this moment.)

Their eyes suddenly latched on to the trail of steam corkscrewing around itself in the air in front of them; it, as well as the intoxicating aroma of...whatever [i]that[/i] was, took their eyes to the mug in the hands of the other. There we go. [color=a187be]"W-...Where did you get that?"[/color] As they croaked out the words it became increasingly obvious that they hadn't had a prolonged exchange in quite some time; their voice was not dissimilar to the sound of an old chair being sat on. The bandanna really didn't help much in terms of comprehensibility with the damper it put on the already weak sound.