She seemed enough like an Olia for L to identify her as such, but she was certainly like no Olia he'd ever seen. Her hands and feet were strange, her coloration was odd, and her fur was odd.
He remained close enough to observe her, tucking the fruits and bread into his satchel, but not approaching her just yet. People seemed to know her; they called her "TJ," something he made a note of. If they knew her, either she was from this town, or spent a lot of time here, or she was just that well-known. Maybe it would reveal itself.