Barnabas watches her and the young foal first, not replying to her as one might expect, allowing her inquiry and offer to hang unattended in the air. It almost seems the man is ignoring her to diligently observe how she handles herself with the intruding animal. However, as the foal's eyes meet with Barnabas' own, it lets out a snort and releases the scarf, kicking at the cold ground before prancing around them both with its tail lifted.

Without blinking, Barnabas lets his eyes slide their focus back to Gaia, Grani being momentarily dealt with.

"I should imagine you will be hardpressed to find ought of interest here." He doesn't address whether or not she is trespassing. In truth, she isn't, but he'd rather her believe otherwise, even if he doesn't speak the fiction himself.

As he regards her more, his expression shifts but only slightly. It softens in a way it might not otherwise, slight though it is. His eyes scan over her features, her dark hair and pale skin. There's a likeness she holds that gives his otherwise stoic and aloof exterior...pause.

"Besides, little are you adorned as an explorer should be. All that resides is Stonhyrr to the north."

The trolley will be gone for some time, he is aware. Which leaves the options rather limited as to what to do with her.