Nadass' own clothing is more in line with the styles of the day, but she's well traveled enough to have a vague understanding of someone who is dressed so may be from. She approaches the lone man as he stands on the deck, drawing her fur stole around her tighter. She is not so accustomed to the cold.

"Nǐ hǎo," she greets him, bowing her head respectfully. "I couldn't help but notice... Are you perhaps from the Orient?"