May does a theatrical little gasp when the bazaar enters their view, as if anyone were here to witness it. Everyone is too busy minding their own business, of course.
They nearly crash into the gentleman, having been sprinting (insofar as fast as you can in a dress like this). They respond with a smile as big as the man's, first, and only then starts thinking, one hand on the chin. Again with the threatrics.
"I guess adventure? If you consider 'meeting exciting new people and exploring their psyche' an adventure."
There's a bit of handwaving here to punctuate.
"You certainly do, if you ask questions like that to strangers. Oh, do I look so much like a tourist? I'd like not to, since I hope to buy lots of shinies. Any pointers on not looking too new here?"
They put their hands on their hips, eyes full of doe-like goodwill, clearly expecting a serious answer. Honestly a bit of a lost cause, if they actually boarded the ship in a glorified towel disguised as a dress and the bandage-adjacent wrap on their legs in lieu of shoes. This is way off the charts even for a Mali'ker.
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