[For Matt, it should be immediately obvious that there is something strange about this man, which may have worked as a tip off that he's from the Fleet. The man wears metal armor which clicks with every movement, but his feet don't make any sound as they hit the ground. More importantly, he never sounds like he breathes unless he's speaking, and he has no audible heartbeat. He doesn't even smell like a human should--there's no smell of sweat, only of the metal and leather of his armor with a tang of something that he's likely not familiar with at all called lyrium.
But he takes immediate notice when Matt tap-taps towards him. He does not recognize this mortal, but he is definitely a mortal. He hears no song of the Taint or lyrium or spirithood--just the gentle but distinct hum that all mortals seem to have.]
You are blind.
[He says it with the tone of someone stating a fact, and who has absolutely no idea that what they're saying could be considered rude. Sorry, Matt, but Justice has the social sense of a cricket.]
What are you searching for? I will guide you, if that is what you wish.
[There is no hesitation there either. He doesn't mind sacrificing his time to help. He'd in fact be quite happy to do so, since helping others in need is the just thing to do.]
Shopping
But he takes immediate notice when Matt tap-taps towards him. He does not recognize this mortal, but he is definitely a mortal. He hears no song of the Taint or lyrium or spirithood--just the gentle but distinct hum that all mortals seem to have.]
You are blind.
[He says it with the tone of someone stating a fact, and who has absolutely no idea that what they're saying could be considered rude. Sorry, Matt, but Justice has the social sense of a cricket.]
What are you searching for? I will guide you, if that is what you wish.
[There is no hesitation there either. He doesn't mind sacrificing his time to help. He'd in fact be quite happy to do so, since helping others in need is the just thing to do.]