All adults were tall, certainly, and Raz has known some imposing individuals (even if this goat-lady was on the northern end of that scale). What catches his attention isn't her stature, but the fur. Maybe he was a bit too hasty on thinking he was on the outside of a skull. WAIT, no, unless...
"Are you an alien?!" slips out before anything else.
His excitement is immediately cowed. He turtles slightly into his sweater and his cheeks begin to burn. Fidgeting, he avoids eye contact, "I'm sorry, that was very rude..."
The whispers grow less distinct as well, becoming less of an expectant conversation, and more of an indignant susurrus retreating to the more lonely corners of the interstellar patio.
/KICKS LEGS EXCITEDLY
"Are you an alien?!" slips out before anything else.
His excitement is immediately cowed. He turtles slightly into his sweater and his cheeks begin to burn. Fidgeting, he avoids eye contact, "I'm sorry, that was very rude..."
The whispers grow less distinct as well, becoming less of an expectant conversation, and more of an indignant susurrus retreating to the more lonely corners of the interstellar patio.