[ she's seen all manner of people and things after waking up here, strange-looking people and magic she'd never imagined could exist, beasts and animals she couldn't have imagined on her own. and despite that, his looks are still foreign enough (threatening enough, too, she thinks while also reminding herself that trusting appearances was the first mistake she ever made) that she stares for a beat too long, long enough for him to notice that.

he'll likely notice the way she tenses up when addressed, too, the way she smooths her expression into a polite front of nothing, by sheer instinct —

and then, she gives a soft, wry laugh and ducks her head. ]

Is it that obvious? [ it must have been. luckily he doesn't seem too upset. ] I am sorry if my staring made you uncomfortable, ser. I meant no offense. I come from a world of only humans and little magic, and even after such a long while here, I must admit I'm still not quite used to it all. [ whether she gives this explanation to be friendly, or to make sure he has no reason to be angry with her... well. could be both. ]