To say Rafe is stunned and perplexed would be a severe understatement. You dress like a wannabe pirate and talk like you just came out of a royal palace from half a millennia ago.

And you're glaring at everything with anything to do with Henry Avery, cursing out the dead man.

"Okay, who the hell are you?" Rafe asks, utterly bewildered. He doesn't know if he should point his gun at you or not. You seem insane, but he can't tell if it's the kind of insane that warrants holding you at gunpoint or keeping weapons out of your sight. "What are you doing here? Are you... okay? Like, mentally?"