He is a very spinderly, elegant gentleman. The clothes here are like none she has ever seen. And even the ones he wears now surpass what she has seen. Brienne's blue eyes widen, she was not expecting to gain attention at least direction.

"Seven Blessings," as a polite southern lady of the Stormlands would say even in armor. "...I'm well thank you. Yourself?"

Even as a peculiar feeling has begun to settle over her. The cookie is nearly done and she doesn't speak with her mouth full.