She wouldn't have noticed, except he looks so utterly out of place. Andy herself might be an extreme anachronism, but at least she does a reasonable job of not looking like it. She can't place the exact era — she's never been much of a historian, not even with her own history — but that man strikes a poignant image of the distant past. She half-expects to see a camera crew, instead of that small crowd of eager children, their chocolatey hands dangerously close to his elegant robes.

There's also the blade. Which is no prop. Her experienced eyes can tell that, even from a distance

Honestly, it's none of her business. But somewhere between him probably being an ImPort and absolutely being armed, she should probably intervene.

"Alright, alright, where the hell are all your parents?" She shooes away the kids as she approaches, and they scatter, laughing a little at this cranky old woman. One of them pushes a chocolate effigy into her hand before escaping, and she holds it up with a frown. Is that her? Ugh. Making a face, she finally addresses the man, her voice dry as ever: "You think you could be a little more conscious?"