Rob looked up, squinting into the rain as a woman spoke to him in a rather unusual accent.
And yes, he stared for a moment, but for more reasons than just her skin colour. She was dressed strangely, differently from the women of Kinraddie, with her hair all down and wet, no hat to cover her head-
She was the second stranger to be in Kinraddie over the past couple of days. That wasn't usual. People didn't tend to just stop by without a reason. And she didn't have the look or the accent of the last man, so he couldn't well say that there were in on something together. Unless he was the guide-
Rob realised he'd just been staring up at her in shocked silence for an uncomfortably long time, and shook himself back to life, getting back to his feet again to address her properly.
"Sorry, hello. Your- your guide? I haven't seen anyone else-" he told her. "Are you- with yon Tyrone Johnson?" he asked of her.