While there was a distinct ping of familiarity to his face, Gretel side-stepped the strange looking man out of pure habit. Keeping everyone at least at arm's length was not just a figure of speech for those in certain professions. The greeting drew her focus across the gloom- a familiar dim atmosphere that combined candle smoke, sunlight, and dust- to the dark-haired man nearby.
He had the look of a port hand, save for being much healthier. No teeth missing from scurvy that she could see. Well-nourished, bright green eyes. The combination was strangely unsettling.
"Thank you," she offered back after a moment, realizing how lost she actually sounded. Her eyes made a quick sweep of the place, again, then settled back on him. "Was... this place pulled through the same portal I was?"