When first the man approached the table, Anne keeps to herself, merely watching in her peripheral vision with muted amusement while tending to the questions of others. It's always somewhat of a game to her now, to try to guess the status of peoples she finds in these new worlds. She is so often wrong, because the attire of other worlds and times differ so greatly, but that doesn't mean she doesn't appreciate a good challenge.

He has some colors, but they're not overt, and he seems to appreciate leather. He behaves for all the world like he's comfortable, even if he isn't. Naturally she might think some kind of huntsman or even a man of the sea, like a sailor or pirate, but she has seen headphones before now, and that means he already knows technology.

She is pulled from her musing when he finally speaks, and Anne wastes little time in moving to his side. She sweeps her arms out, one behind her and one raised in front, as she lowers into a curtsy with her back straight, and gaze downward.

"My name is Anne Boleyn. Is there something here that might trouble you?"