Eppie's attention had been drawn toward the striking man, and her mouth quirked into a little smile, her fan pausing in it's colourful flutters. He was tall and a bit thin, and older than her, he had plenty of experience in his eyes. Yet he had laugh-lines, too, his mouth a tad sardonic, and there was that slightly awkward air that suggested some...well, let that wait. Eppie laughed at herself internally at her eagerness to immediately dissect this person - was the day so dull? She watched him, knowing that the moment she opened her mouth she'd have something else to go by. She fanned a bit faster, casting up her eyes.
"Do I? Why, that I am, sirrah." a nod of greeting. "Can a body ask fer a better day? S'lovely, innit?"