[and he's aware that he's being watched, a little uncomfortably so. it's always interesting when the tables are turned on him like this because it becomes a conscious effort to be inconspicuous. he's been hiding in plain sight for so long that it's become second nature to him; being aware of it is like focusing on manually breathing — it's surreal, unpleasant. all he can do to alleviate the pressure is hold onto the immaturely vindictive hope that she's going as crazy as he is trying to figure out what she's looking at.]

Weirder than being a cave filled with monsters? I dunno about that. [he scratches the side of his jaw, tilting his head as he considers her.] I think my tolerance for weird is through the roof by now. You should try me anyway.

[and deep down, a little part of him wishes that she's another Fable. that he isn't alone in yet another world he's a stranger in.]