Elizabeth is well aware of the rules of propriety; more to the point, what not to do, and staring most certainly is included in the list of things that are frankly quite rude. And she's likely going to be appalled at herself later but right now curiosity burns too bright for her to even realize that she's staring, mouth slightly open.
Lizzie has never seen a non-human before - well, that's not precisely true; she's seen the shambling dead a-plenty. But they were human before they acquired their taste for brains, and Elizabeth is quite certain this...man? Creature? Person, let us settle on person - has never been a human in his life.
Her mother would be appalled at what she's doing now, but her mother (and her very strident voice) aren't present, and so Elizabeth makes her way to the Bull unhindered.
"I beg your pardon," There may be no equivalent to the accent of the English countrified gentry where he is from, but then again, perhaps there is, "I do hope you won't think me terribly rude, but I've never seen anyone quite like you before and if you're not terribly offended, might I ask -
what manner of person are you, precisely?"
She then colors. "I beg your pardon," she says again, "Quite rude of me even to begin with, not introducing myself." She bobs a curtsey, the sword and pistol briefly touched so they don't jostle before her gloved hands move away. "Miss Elizabeth Bennet. How do you do?"
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Lizzie has never seen a non-human before - well, that's not precisely true; she's seen the shambling dead a-plenty. But they were human before they acquired their taste for brains, and Elizabeth is quite certain this...man? Creature? Person, let us settle on person - has never been a human in his life.
Her mother would be appalled at what she's doing now, but her mother (and her very strident voice) aren't present, and so Elizabeth makes her way to the Bull unhindered.
"I beg your pardon," There may be no equivalent to the accent of the English countrified gentry where he is from, but then again, perhaps there is, "I do hope you won't think me terribly rude, but I've never seen anyone quite like you before and if you're not terribly offended, might I ask -
what manner of person are you, precisely?"
She then colors. "I beg your pardon," she says again, "Quite rude of me even to begin with, not introducing myself." She bobs a curtsey, the sword and pistol briefly touched so they don't jostle before her gloved hands move away. "Miss Elizabeth Bennet. How do you do?"