[The first thing she notices, more than his height, the hair flowing out behind him, or anything else about him, is the mesail on his helmet.

More specifically, the styling of it, because she'll be damned if that isn't a dragoon's helmet. At first glance, she thinks he could be from Ishgard, but it occurs to her very quickly that he's not quite tall enough to be an elezen... yet he's awfully tall for a hyur, in that case.

For her part, Irhya is an entire fulm shorter than him, which is nothing new for her, but it makes getting his attention a bit annoying when his eye level goes far over her head. So the obvious solution is to say something earmarked for him, that he'll almost certainly understand if she's right about this.]

I'd recognize those draconian features anywhere. It's just a pity the spines on a dragoon's armor don't necessarily disappear when it comes off.

[An inward jab at a certain friend; she can't help but smile a little at herself for it.]

I would like to see your face, however, if you don't mind. There's something I'm curious about...