She spots you and narrows her eyes. "And just who do you think you are?" She approaches with a scowl, arms crossed. "Strangers always mean trouble." She walks around you, judging every detail. "You dress like that on purpose?" She huffs and adjusts her shawl. "If you're selling something, save your breath. I already have headaches." She turns her back with dramatic flair. "Pelotillehue used to be peaceful before people like you showed up."