Graverobber's steps slowed down considerably, and he raised an eyebrow when Lil mentioned his name--rather what he went by--though she couldn't see it, and turned around just as quickly.
He took a look at her, amazed she was actually physically up without the help of an object or person to lean on. That and she was speaking perfectly fine, her speech wasn't slurred or slowed at all. In all actuality, she looked exactly the same.
He would have honestly attributed it to the fact that Zydrate was weak here. Or would have, anyway, if Lil hadn't snuck up on him in heels, managed to swipe a vial of Zydrate, somehow figured out his nom de plume, and was walking around like the large hit of Z she took was absolutely nothing.
"Well," he was surprised at how he managed to regain his composure. "You're a special little lady," he commented, all thoughts of thievery gone now that he had something more interesting before him.