He's watching her though, narrowing in quickly at how she moves, the energy that moves with her. It's unlike anything he's ever seen or felt, and he wishes it wasn't rude to literally ask someone what they are. He doesn't even mean to be rude about it. He just wants to know.

Instead though he watches as she gathers the grapes, taking them from her. He does smile at that though.

"Thanks. They're really sweet, so glad not to lose them. Also, bad season for fruit. Flooding killed a lot of it." And he feels the pangs of hunger over it. Not that he can't eat imported, but depending on how its grown, the taste if awful. Modifications and all.

"Uhmmm, you're not from around here, are you?"

As if he is, but it seems the closest to the questions he wants to ask.