Pippin laughed for the accent. "That was pretty good. Oddly, they don't really talk like that in town. More like...drunken Irish." And she would know, thanks to her late father. "And hey. The clothing looks good." There wasn't much that could be done about his skin tone, but she kind of doubted it would be noticed.
"C'mon. We can go back to the one tavern I found. It's the least filthy." With a perky smile, Pippin went to hold the door for Data.