Allie glances back at him over her shoulder, green eyes flicking briefly up and down. He's attractive enough, true, and his scent isn't unpleasant. Under other circumstances, they might even get along. But there's still something very strange about him that she can't place, and that bothers her. He was evasive over even simple questions, and that was irritating if only because being ignorant was inherently frustrating.

"Dunno," she shrugs, and turns to face him directly. "If you just wanna get this over with, fine. That's fine." She squints, drawing her head back to regard him with a stern angle. "But there's somethin' funny about you." Allie pokes at his shoulder, just to verify that he's as solid as he looks. But he feels normal...well-built, warm to the touch. "Be straight with me. Who are you, and what are you?"