[The response startles him, since it's not uncommon for his various companions to completely ignore him whilst he's busy spouting off about the injustices of whichever world he finds himself in. He spins around, hand dropping to hover over the wand in his pocket just in case, but Pol's smile is just calming enough that his shoulders marginally relax and he lets his hand fall completely.]
...Sorry. [Is his somewhat clipped reply. He eyes her suspiciously.] Are you a local?
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...Sorry. [Is his somewhat clipped reply. He eyes her suspiciously.] Are you a local?