"It is. Most of the people from around here don't look as lost as you do," she answered easily, with some reassurance in her tone.

"I'm Ooru,". The sound she made after 'I'm' was very much a soft, higher pitched, two-tone hoot. She then repeated it onomatopoeia as it would be written, used to translating her own tongue into the common one, "Oor-oo, as your kind pronounce it."

She held the bag out for him to pick from if he wanted, "Where are you from?"