Gaze combing over her as she moved, he raised a brow in a half shrug. "Most would not recognize authentic clothing. Human entertainment has seen to that." The scent of the odd rust coloured mixture in his glass weaved its way through the small area. Sweet, dark, with a bit of a metallic taste on the backend, the drink was a slightly different infusement than the mysterious drink he typically took to.
"How is it you find your way to my trailer when you are half clothed, even when you had no alternate intention?" He commented in his dry tones. "Truly a gift no one else seems to possess."