Valdis hadn't seen this particular individual at the Turtle's head before, and his intrusion of her mediation might have bothered her more if it weren't for the unusual nature of his essence. She slowly uncrosses her legs and pulls out of her own mind in order to focus on it more closely. There's almost nothing there, almost like he lacks a soul entirely, except she can still sense it, barely, and alongside it...something else. He isn't human, he doesn't hold the same sense of life that most do, but he doesn't feel quite dead either.

"You're a complicated one, aren't you?" She says softly, not looking over at him.