The barber-surgeon nodded and swallowed carefully, giving the priestess a small polite smile. Having gotten his wits about him - sorta - he managed to count out the hooks carefully and place them down within reach of her, but far enough enough to not have to get any closer. "Apologies Priestess," he started "We so rarely get such interesting looking people here, my mind just flew!"
Avery smirked, tilting his head and then rested his hand on Zea's shoulder. Giving it a light squeeze of reassurance. Or something, he'd seen a mother do it to her kid while he was wandering around with his cloak on. It looked like it was for comfort, so, here he was, trying to mimic it. Seemed like a good idea. "I do not feel unwelcome."
"I believe I am unusual looking, yes?" He started, looking at the hooks for a moment and at the man who stood there, also looking at the hooks simply because anywhere else would be asking for trouble. "Those hooks aren't in me, I would call this a good day." A smile towards the Priestess they'd called her and he held out his hand - another gesture he'd seen - and waited for her to take it.