While the stranger in some manner of black garb looked calm and was smiling at him, there was still something about his scent that put G'raha on edge. He wasn't sure if it was for good or ill, and, as of yet, he had no idea if any sort of illusory magicks were possible in this strange place.

His ears canted back when attention was called to them, and rather than taking a step back, he shifted his weight to be ready to spring away if needed.

"My ears. Have you never seen or heard of a Miqo'te before?" It was true that he hadn't spotted many non-Hyur appearing individuals during those hours as a gopher the day prior, but... Surely... "Sometimes known as Mystel, or Hhetsarro?"