With an effort of will, Rosapia does not frown. To frown would be to alert this man. Instead, she puts a pleasant half-smile on her face, and tries to figure out what she can about him while she casually follows.
"
Ho there!" she cries to him in Common. "
Forgive my forwardness, sir, but those are some fancy clothes you wear. Might you tell me a little bit about them?"