Fingon stopped when the spirit left him, looking down into the basket where he'd put more than a few mangoes. They were his favorite, after all, and reminded him very much of the markets in Tirion in happier days. When he looked up again, he saw a girl watching him. She was young, even for the children of Men; little more than a child, really.
He nodded to her, then bowed slightly.
"Good day, lady," he said, his voice clearly spoken, but accented as if English was not his first language. "May the stars shine on the hour of our meeting."