[they make it about three blocks, before he turns around and looks at her - she might mistake him for a demon, since his skin's a bit on the gold side, his hair is white, and his eyes aren't exactly what you'd call normal - yellow, with pupils that'd look catlike from a distance. he raises an eyebrow at her calmly, from within the shadows of his hood]

Is there something I can help you with?

Simply acquainting myself with the village. [a thin trace of a smile creeps onto his face at the sight of that defensive pose, and he holds up his free hand.]

Somehow, I doubt I am the first person here to feel the effects of insomnia.