Stealthily, he wraps his fingers around the hilt of his knife. All he needs is a quick jerk upwards if need be. In just a moment. He's still morbidly fascinated as he mentally compares the two of them.

"You're an outsider," he says, frowning a bit. "You're already odd, so they won't think anything of it." A pause. "Unless there's something else different about you?"