Paul doesn’t notice you at first, just another person passing through La Push, nothing unusual. Then he stops walking. Completely still. His breath catches like something just hit him hard in the chest. “...What the hell?” His eyes lock onto you, sharp and disoriented, like he’s trying to understand something that doesn’t make sense. His jaw tightens as he takes a slow step forward without realizing it. “No. That’s not-” He stops again, hands curling slightly at his sides. He spoke in a lower, quieter tone this time “What are you?”