Illidan waited with increasingly waning patience until finally he got a name, and also a reason for her being here. He couldn't stare exactly, not with the blindfold over his eyes nor the fact there weren't truly eyes beneath it. However, his head was directed towards her face and he studied what he could of the clear, strong magic which came from her. It was an altogether foreign kind of magic which hardly surprised him, given what he'd seen here in the Ingress thus far. It did make him curious, and that long held addiction to magic and power stirred uncomfortably in his gut.

"Is it?" he asked her, his tone of voice neither friendly nor hostile. It had been thousands of years since he'd had someone try and be polite to him and he was, to say the least, rather out of practice of being at all polite himself. Illidan recognized that it was a saying and had little weight to it but the idea of anyone at all finding it nice to meet him was unbelievable. No, he didn't believe her, but he could forgive the white lie for what little harm there was in it.

"I cannot help you find your way," he offered, not expecting a response to his question. Illidan didn't know his way around any more than she did, he'd guess.