Neriene was aware of the strange fellow's observation. It made the rune riding her brows dip as she furrowed them--she wasn't certain why she demanded such scrutiny, unless he'd never seen a Draenei or a Lightforged in the past--which, she had to admit, might be likely.

It didn't make her feel any less uneasy. She lifted her gaze and narrowed golden eyes at him.

"Must you really be skulking there like some sort of warlock? What are you waiting for?" It made her take a closer look at what she was doing, and she put the plant down--it was not peacebloom, as she'd first thought, nor was she certain what it actually was. Better safe than sorry--she didn't need a case of the turkey trots or worse if she consumed something wrong, whether she could cleanse herself of toxins or not!