[The reaction he gets is strange; the boy almost seems to stagger, wheeling around unsteadily before finally orientating himself in Warsman's direction, and even then it seems to take him a while to focus in on him. It's as if he's been distracted from some silent wavelength on he can tune into.

There's something uncertain in his motions that Warsman can't place, but he doesn't seem to be in any real distress- quite the contrary, even. The way he's looking him up and down is bewilderingly frank, without any self-consciousness, and he's not sure he appreciates it. It makes him all too aware of the little details of him that make him obviously inhuman: the glow of his eyes, the height.

That doesn't preclude concern, of course.]

Even so, I'm not sure it's safe for you to be this near, unless you're part of the protest. [Which doesn't seem very likely. He pauses.] You do look a little lost.