Yeah, nobody would really be able to blame Inej for not knowing whether she's looking at a boy or a man. He's at a weird age, he's skinny, he's got a mild demeanor. That last bit's apparent in the way he twists to look back at her — not a startle, just a curious glance.

"Oh, hey," he greets, his tone slightly more hollow than normal. "Um, no. This isn't mine, I don't think it belongs to anybody. It's kind of a shithole, actually, but I haven't figured out how to leave."