The dissonance between her voice and stature do draw some odd looks, but the man in front of her is not among them. Instead, he just flashes a smirk, which reaches his stormy gray eyes despite its subtlety. There is something oddly knowing to his gaze, like he's seeing something others can't.

He had called her "ma'am" the moment he looked at her.

With a snort, he sets down his burden. "You'd think with all these eyes on me, I'd look where I was goin' a little better," he joked, holding up his tattooed hands. "Judging by the threads, I'm guessing you just got here, yeah?"