There's something odd about the way this lady talks. Something that jars at Joshua's sense of reality just a little bit. He has no magical powers, no special abilities that would let him understand what it is he's experiencing. What he has is a mental illness that makes him more susceptible than most to fluctuations in reality. He hardly seems to notice the twitch in his eye or the way his gaze loses its focus for a couple of seconds before he manages to jerk the reins of his attention back to the present.

"Pretty? Naw. I've got a weird looking mug, it's alright. Lots of folks say so. I don't mind." Josh feels that tug again and he turns his head to glance up toward the curtain ever so slightly. Unable to stop himself form at least giving it a glance.

"I...probably shouldn't. I'm here for as much business as I am for pleasure. That means keeping a low profile."