Her eyes had been on him only long enough to size-up once he was through the door; big shoulders, thick neck and arms and a wide stride- reminded her of Hansel, briefly, but that was probably because her brother was the predominant thought in her mind in that moment. Most moments, as of lately, but he took a slight back-seat when the stranger pegged her gaze and started to approach. Cautious curiosity followed his movements with a subconscious attention for detail- namely any kind of aggression.
Seemed like he had it, but it wasn't necessarily showing; Gretel had enough experience with the type to recognize it easily enough. What he said, however, tweaked her attention toward confusion. She didn't know whether she was about to be challenged, or hit on.
"My get-up?" she repeated, one brow deeply twisted toward her nose.