Jane's been getting some good traffic at her booth-- face painting, of course-- mostly local kids and some of the more adventurous adults, but she's hit a bit of a lull. Maybe people are like, scared of her or something, or maybe they just don't want their faces painted. Whatever, it's no big deal to her. She's perfectly happy to sit and watch people walk by and try to guess which ones aren't locals.

And oh, that guy? With the leather coat and the ears? Definitely not local.

"Hey, leather coat." She says it loud enough that he can (hopefully) hear her, but still not disturb the activity around them. "You want your face painted?"