The sudden and unexpected touch cause a flash of alarm to go through Evanna and she jolted back and away, throwing out her opposite arm where Gif shifted to so he wouldn't fall and pulling out a dagger to defend herself with as her familiar made a hissing sound and her own green eyes flashed with defiance. Upon putting space between them she realized he wasn't someone from her kingdom - wrong sort of magic - and slowly dropped her defensive stance though her eyes betrayed her caution and suspicion of this person. "It's very rude to touch someone when you don't have permission and don't know them, Sir." Her tones were sharp but melodic, a hint at her ancestry she couldn't shake. Still, she wasn't going to be backed down by this stranger.
She looked to Gif as he settled back on her shoulder and pressed close to her cheek, his own distrust seeping into her mind through their bond. This man could be all sorts of things from a vagabond to an exotics trader looking to get Gif from her by any means necessary. Still, they had an agreement with this kingdom not to attack innocent people in exchange for safe passage and she wasn't about to ruin that for her captain and crewmates. Taking a deep breath, she tried again with the given topic.
"He is, yes. Gif is my familiar." At least that much wasn't dangerous to say as owls like Gif were known to choose who they would regardless of race so her looking human didn't mean he wouldn't have chosen her. Still, this entire situation had her uneasy. Mentally bracing herself, she knew she'd have to end this conversation fast for her own safety and Gif's. "I don't imagine you see any around here, they're very reclusive and only come into the mainland area to choose a life-partner amongst the populace. He just chose me is all."
Her mind was racing now, how did she make him go away? She could just excuse herself and leave it there, that would work. Still, some part of her felt there was a reason for this meeting but she didn't trust the feeling as a good thing so she needed to get out. this man wasn't safe for her to be around. So she rose her eyes up to his and let the striking green touch his own darker eyes in a locked stare for a long moment; letting herself adjust to the strange shock the action caused her before dropping her head and stepping back again. Her tone was concise and to the point when she excused herself.
"Now then, if that's all you wanted Sir, I have errands to run before my crew sets sail again. If you'll excuse us and good day to you." Something deep inside her, some instinctual magic, told her she'd met this man before some where. When she pressed the not-quite-a-memory all she got in return is blood and pain and terror and betrayal. So then, it hadn't been a good thing when they'd met so it's best that she forgot. Or else...maybe she was picking up on a memory of his but that was none of her business.
Moving passed him she returned the touch he'd given her with a gentle hand brushing down his arm as she passed him by. There, now they were even since he hadn't asked permission to touch her she didn't have to ask to touch him this time. It made her point, and let her make herself scarce in the busy streets of the marketplace. What a strange man. She felt Gif nudge her head and felt his inquiry through her mind. She shrugged. "I dunno who he was Gif, but you know how I feel about people touching me without permission. He deserved the same rudeness in return." Gif hooted at her, the sense of smug amusement coming from him and making her snort with laughter. Silly bird.