To arrive from one's rest in a strange new place is suspect enough, is it not? [ she still looks... well, tetchy, but at least she's not talking to him like a prospective enemy. ] And in a place as aether-scarred as this, no less.

[ aether-scarred...? well, maybe it's not important. who knows! ]

From whereabouts do you hail? You are Eorzean, are you not?

[ she doesn't see no third eye. and he sure don't look othardian. ]