Weirdo, they suppose, is at least a little less terrible a thing to be called than a wild beast.

Rue doesn't look even slightly impressed, but some of that is simply the more muted expressions of their glamour.

"No, I'm not." And a quick beat passes, just as they stare unblinkingly across the table at the stranger before them. Something about him is very interesting, beyond the boyish innocence he's playing up. Their guard doesn't necessarily drop, but whoever this kid is, he clearly isn't a threat either. A soft hoot of a sigh escapes their mouth, before Rue's posture loses just a touch of the tension across their shoulders, reaching for their coffee again.

"My home was the Feywilds, but yes, I was somewhat recently brought to this place instead. I don't believe I've seen you around the offices."