[ Appearance-wise, he's unfamiliar beyond an appearance in the fleet. Attitude-wise and how sits, something of Irvine in him. It's natural to relate the unknown to the known and maybe another time she'd be happy to explain it away and pretend like it's no big deal, but she knows that she's a little homesick and she misses her friends. Natural or not, their absence is nearly palpable.

But that's not why she's trying to get this guy to the side of the road. She does have a conscience, after all. She sweeps a hand a little to the side, gesturing to the street. ]

You're blocking traffic and you're likely to get run over -- or perhaps carted off, if you're not careful. [ Maybe he was injured and confused? In that case she shouldn't leave him here alone. Holding out a gloved hand, her eyes widen somewhat. ] Come on, I'll treat you to something.