Mihari's ears stood up as the large, unfamiliar presence dropped into the seat right next to her. The robed traveler had a scent that immediately stood out for the tiny girl, even before the catgirl had noticed just how large the seated stranger was right next to her on the stool. The waft of woody greens and musky, of sweet-smelling aroma was a curious mix to a city girl like her who was more used to the atmosphere of a well-stocked store front. However, the young child's mind was too busy racing for a course of action that she had inadvertently forgotten her manners and kept staring at the robed person, even as the new arrival had finished ordering her meal.

Mihari continued to be completely oblivious to the sound of the barkeep briskly heading back to the kitchen, or to him shouting their orders at the top of his voice to the cooks in the back. Her mind was fixated on the stranger, who had a scent that was unfamiliar while at the same time strangely... not a threatening presence. While the robes looked like that of a high noble or an experienced adventurer who would have likely been leagues apart from the meek little girl, curiosity kept her eyes drawn towards the forest-scented stranger as she tried to figure out what the strange contradiction in her mind meant.

Ah-! Oh, no! That's bad, Mihari! You shouldn't do that!

The young girl suddenly regained her thoughts and jumped in her seat, frantically turning her gaze away from the seasoned adventurer. A young one should not be so impertinent as to stare at an elder, no matter their appearance or status. At least, that was how her Father had taught her. Just because a person looked strange did not mean that it was fine to be rude to them. A bright red blush plastered itself across her face as the young catgirl tried to suppress her distress while waiting for her meal. Her body tensed with every little movement the stranger would make and every tiny sound that came from that direction.

An awkward silence fell over her, the music of lively violin lulling the jolly atmosphere as she sat there contemplating her impolite reaction. The smell of something wonderfully cooking being carried by the wind did not budge her, nor the mouth-watering sizzling meat drew her attention from her repentant reflection.

But curiosity won out in the end. Mihari slowly gazed from the corner of her eyes at the stranger clad in those expensive robes. Partly out of fearful retribution, partly in expectant anticipation, of what the stranger would act next.