There's no part of this that Wrench could classify as "normal." Being suddenly ripped from the life he's known and hurled into an entirely different world is one thing, though. Finding that world occupied with some people who are very clearly not human is something else entirely. He's doing his best to mind his own business as he browses the market stalls with the meager amount of cash he's managed to gather (mostly from betting on himself in a few spars where being nearly 6'4" has come in handy). It's tough to keep his eyes down when the person next to him -- well, doesn't look completely like a person.

He's gaping at her ears and her different-colored eyes when she says something, and he very nearly jumps backward. Wrench doesn't even need to pretend he didn't catch any of that. What? He raises both hands palm-up in a gesture halfway between confusion and alarm.