Ludwig, in his subtle manic state of wanting to get out of the crowd, practically froze in his tracks as a freshly familiar voice of suave womanhood passed by him yet again. Not to dispense advice this time, but inquiry.
He glanced at her, her red hair more pronounced this time by the sunlights bouncing of off it. What he imagines was eye contact, held merely for a portion of her statement as she moved on to other, better discourses.
He tried to murmur back.

"[b]Its-- for...[/b]"
She's fully turned around and away, she didn't care.

Between everything that's transpired between them, and her recognizing him despite his more shadowy appearance, the word [i]smart[/i] seems to pop out and assert itself as her descriptor. Maybe he can use her, to cut some mental presence dedicated to staying alert from danger. Maybe just to have someone competent to talk to, or to seek more advice from. Gods know everything that'll happen from then on will be all sorts of new to someone who only runs around and delivers parcel for a living.

After another decisional delay, he followed Kaelara to--he supposes--listen to the expedition's foreman and another red-haired woman talk about the expedition's scope.