It was a dark elf! Despite the oddity of his clothing (that very much matched that of the predominantly human population, but she found them odd as well), it was in fact a dark elf she had spied at the edge of the crowd. She hadn't been sure of it. Not until he responded and approached. His accent refreshingly familiar - Vvardenfell most definitely, but whether it was Stonefalls, Deshaan, or from somewhere under Red Mountain, she could not say. Too blended by travel. She'd have to remember to ask about it at some point. For now, however...

"A lesser cousin blesses the Dunmer with her trust and confidence that he is the most comfortable place she can be, and he complains?" She shook her head in mock disappointment and clicked her tongue, wagging a finger topped with a sharp claw, "Tsk, tsk. This one suggests the Dunmer apologize to his companion with lots of milk and fish, yes?"