Ragnar smoothed down his beard and stepped back to give Pippin some space to climb off of the display. "Irish, yes? Good people. You have the eyes, too-" he nodded, giving her a gentle wink.
"Oh, you were in a little viking village. You can see your friends here are just going about their daily lives, doing some weaving and preparing their food. They all seem to be fine after your visit, there is nothing to concern yourself with."
He waited a moment to see if she would offer any other explanation as to why she had let herself get lost in a display. But it didn't seem to be forthcoming, and she seemed to be turning several shades pinker.
"My name is Ragnar," he offered instead. "This is my exhibition. If you need a tour guide to stop yourself from getting lost again."