Ocean's Breath Plateau Looks like I've got a story to tell

He was spotted, and yet, it didn't cause him any discomfort. It wasn't the first time he was caught staring while deciding on what to do, to walk away, or something else. Not sure. He hummed in response, a monotone reply but not one that could be mistaken as aggressive. Rude perhaps, but that was nothing new when it came down to it. 

But was staring anything but just annoying to the one being gawked at? In his mind, all he did was appreciate her figure and find certain points of the woman appeasing - one of which was she looked almost like a younger version of himself, ignoring the feminine features. Before the cannibal, before the fire, when his face was whole. Of course, he was grasping at straws, but she was the closest thing to what he saw back in those days for a long time now.