[ suddenly faced with a deeply unsettling smile (the kind bandits and folks driven to the end of sanity at the end of the world wore, before trying to shank you for your boots), luke's immediately tensing up, on edge. he skims the person's face, frowns, and suppresses the urge to do some shoving to get his comfortable safety bubble of space back. ]

You and the mouse in your pocket?

[ or is this a royal 'we' situation? either way, it's weird (among a whole world of weird already), and luke's watching them with a suspiciously cocked brow, as he leans back and away from the stranger. ]

We would like a lot more personal space before we're ready for any kind of chatting.