Lincoln could be described as looming, but it was mostly because he was tall.
He certainly didn't resemble the other Grounders staying here, not anymore. The big giveaway was the tattoo that couldn't be hidden underneath his collar, crawling up the back of his neck, but otherwise he just seemed like a very quiet Skaikru, hunching his shoulders underneath his jacket to look a little smaller. He stayed close to the few people he knew, socialized occasionally with others, and seemed to speak the most when he was teaching the Grounder language classes. Otherwise, his omnipresence was usually in a corner, taking notes in a book no one ever saw out of his hands.
So he knew who Annie was, but she probably didn't know him back, though he approached her with a relative ease. "Hei." Even after years of practice, lapsing back into his native language always made introductions easier. "Ai laik Lincoln. I thought this might be useful for you." He draw a small package from his pocket, and from the smell, it was obvious: herbs, fragrant without being overly sweet, wrapped in thin paper. There was no preamble with Lincoln, who seemed to assume that his presence was already unwelcome and was ready to just hand over the gift and leave without smalltalk.