Trahearne looks up as he's spoken to, blinking a few times when the glint of the sun off their hair threatens to make the pounding in his head a little worse. "Ah, hello there. I wish I could blame this headache on a logical problem, but I haven't even gotten that far in yet."

Was there something wrong with the words? He's tempted to warn them, but Trahearne doesn't know how to explain the effect the graffiti had on him. Perhaps he was reading a little too much into it. Just because he was plant-based didn't mean some kind of foreign pollen wasn't playing havoc with his sinuses. "Forgive me for not knowing your name. I'm afraid that I don't get out to mingle very often."