Larxene showed no acknowledgment on her face, keeping to her usual vaguely amused but otherwise blank look. It fit her well, she thought. It was why she wore it so often. And she wore expressions like clothes; things to present an impression, but shallow, when it came right down to it.

Then again, the clothes make the man, they say. She smiled.

"Hello," she purred. "You don't look like a native, and though I might look a bit more like one, I'm not either. So what brings you around here?"