It's not about how good or bad you are at blending in.

[ Nanami's definitely not been paying attention to that, whether from this guy or anyone else. Maybe he's more than half-good, maybe it is obvious and he's terrible. His demeanor's easy enough, so the former's believable.

Matter-of-fact, as though he's noting that it was cloudy two days ago, sunny yesterday, sunny today. ]

Of the so-called Chosen here today, the first batch of us arrived about two months ago. Another batch followed last month. Another this month. There aren't so many of us that new faces won't stand out.

[ Taking up the table knife to cut a helping of meat on his plate, then spearing the cut on his fork, not yet bringing it to his mouth. ]

I'm not. Moreover, the Aldripians are too welcoming, and it's their town.