*Try the fact that she's looking up towards his voice, but not actually focusing on his face. Yep. Blind, and not even so much as a cane.*

I don't know where I am. This is a marketplace, right?

*The conversations at the front sounded enough like merchant business to her, even if there were some unfamiliar elements. She'd heard salespeople before in the Tower - her clothes were a bit strange, but few people would think a girl traveling with a Nephilim was a Freeman, so she could get away with mingling with Tower life.*