Mulan continued to watch him with slightly narrowed eyes. It was a glare of scrutiny, at least- not outright hostility. The boy spoke in a manner that possibly hinted of an unhinged mind. Certainly of someone who didn't know the value of active listening. Or a mouth-filter.
"Are you somehow afflicted?" she asked him plainly. Would a disturbed person know they were disturbed? They never seemed to care, anyway. "I have no intention of separating you from any of your assorted body parts. Just take me to Emma Swan."