Corstine may only have one working eye, but she's learned to make good use of it in her lifetime. The sorts of places she grew up, it helps to be observant if you don't want your shit to get stolen.

...not that she really needed to be that observant, honestly, to spot some sort of bizarre creature standing still in front of the big-ass fence. She doesn't know what to make of him at first - which is why she's keeping her distance for now, hand reaching in her pocket for the knife she's been carrying. Purely as a precaution, of course, in case the creature decides to make a run for her.

"Hey - whatever-you-are. You're wearin' clothes - I assume that means you know how to speak, too?" She asks. She's done enough deals, fortunately, with traders from Leda's domain that the inhuman appearance isn't immediately written off as monstrous. "Are you the one who was screamin' out here?"