Michelle
It wasn't hard to tell that this person had gotten startled from his... *Features*, Oceal gave nothing more than an awkward look before diverting his eyes elsewhere. Surely he wasn't *That* Alien to the landwalkers, her reaction definitely says otherwise.
 "A wrong turn is all. One would assume the trails to capitals would be clear but fork with no attempt to correct anyone that wasn't raised here." He complains, eventually picking himself up with his shield as a sort of support, never leaving his gear's side.

 "Yes, I'm a little lost." He answered shortly after ranting about the lands flawed travel guides. He ought to find a map sometime, could assist in traveling and find out the approximate area of certain herbs that's he's previously grabbed. Ironically, he has not reason to near the shore anymore... One would assume it would be a causal visit but he'd rather avoid it. While the ocean breeze was almost nostalgic, it brought back too much bitterness that he'd rather leave entirely.
Frances
*Juna would eye him for a while, taking a deep calming breath despite his every movement causing her to shift her gaze towards what he was doing only to realize he was collecting his gear.*"Where... Did you come from...?"*She'd ask in a calmer tone, turning around fully so that she could gradually make her way over to where he was, albeit there being a decent amount of space between them from where she stood.

It was often people got lost out around her hunting grounds. This was nothing new. She had to admit, however, that this was a first of seeing someone like him. Part of her considered him possibly coming from the lake or ocean, but she knew better than to assume such by looks alone. He may not be Salvanian with him trying to find the Capitol, so maybe he was a traveler from some place farther away from here.*
Michelle
"I do not see how my origin matters now." And truthfully, that's an area he'd rather avoid. He seamlessly turned and tended to his pack ensuring everything he owns is still there- from his food to his medical supplies. Eventually he pulled out his Boar spear and hooked it onto the side of the bag, not like he's planning on using it. And something was telling him that he should loose any threatening demeanor if he ever wanted to get a proper answer.

 He let out a deep sign realizing his little introduction could be a little more friendly, information is earned not easily given. He informs her vaguely, "But I will mention that was traveling from the west side hoping to find the capital of Salvainia." 

 Eventually turning back to her, now his turn to understand what he was talking to. To no one surprise, he was confused at what he was looking at... It's like every time he find a landwalker, they are always different. Usually safe to assume one is Macen until an odd feature is presented; in this case... It's the ears.
Frances
*Juna's ears would flick at his initial answer. It seemed like the shark person wasn't much of a conversationalist. She's seen many of those too. So much for learning who or what he was. The Canifor could have figured that he'd keep any information away from her despite seeking her help while also being someone she knew nothing of. For all she knew, she could be leading him to her own terrible fate. It wasn't everyday one saw landsharks and there was probably a reason for it. Only when he still gave her a vague answer, did she decide that maybe she should just accept she wasn't going to get much out of this individual. Perhaps he cared only for finding Salvania, and the Canifor was nothing more than a guide to him.

Juna could accept it. She knew the way back to the main road of the Capitol even if it would take much longer with them being on the outskirts of the forest. She'd give a slight dip of her head, soon walking past him with the tapping of the dead bird resounding from it smacking against her pant leg while she moved.*"This way."*She'd say to him, walking in the opposite direction she was originally heading in.*"You're not the only traveler to get lost near the wilderness... Many seem to get turned around along the roadways."*No matter how obvious they were to follow. She thought the last part to herself. Juna never truly understood how so many people managed to get lost.*
Michelle
Normally, he would've taken the information and simply left but even he needs a small break every now and then. Once he got the direction, he simply took a quick mental note of it before *Attempting* A conversation. "I do suppose that makes me feel like less of a log. But I also blame the distraction around the trail, must've hopped onto a different trail when I stepped out for some herbs." He poked fun at, letting out nothing but a faint chuckle.

 "You're from around here I assume?" He asked knowing that an answer wasn't guaranteed considering he was so hesitant to bother with answers her initial questions. But then he can't kick himself a day from now thinking he didn't try to at least know more of other land walkers. And at least then he'd have no excuse to confuse one with another, since many were not a fan of being confused with another race.