The tone is familiar even if the voice is all wrong and he's twisting again to look, gaze locking on purple robes and a bell before traveling up and just staring at the completely unfamiliar face, brow furrowing as he tries to make sense of what's in front of him.

And moves closer, peering up into his face, fan twitching in one of his hands. "You dress like a Jiang disciple and that does sound like something Jiang-xiong would say but I don't think he's had new sect members that long and definitely none as old as you are."