Having collected some of those fruits for herself and listening to all the questions Taizee had about alchemy, Abylus was about to try and explain the rigid science of alchemy, the art of poison making and a few other bits of info about the local fauna she may know about from reading when the young man hobbled over to the group. Growing up in the underdark was not just a harrowing experience for the drow but more or less every race that resides there and the algamamites were no different. Seeing the unfamiliar man, though admittedly finely garbed, Abylus pulls her hood over her head to hide herself from the newcomer. Having a healthy level of paranoia was helpful down below after all, particularly when it came to strangers and the girl would reach into her belt as casually as she could to take hold of her mutagen vial... just in case.