Maomao isn't used to frank compliments on her appearance. Still, she judges these things on an odd criteria - sure, this man - Sirius? - might be objectively not bad looking, but what mattered more were the tone of the words, how practiced or rehearsed they might be, or how genuine. They seemed off the cuff, so to speak, so she chose not to take offense at them, even if the timing was awkward.

Rather, she ignored it and moved onto the rest of the conversation. It was clear he was trying to move on from the comment as well, and she had no desire to linger on it.

"Maomao. I'm the local apothecary, which is why I was visiting. I'm lucky my noble patron allows me to continue working as such in between my duties for her." It was a bit of a stab to see how he felt about nobles, given his apparent situation. She even gives a dramatic sigh, as if to say: Man, those nobles, huh?

She continues on. "I don't know if I'd make a very good friend, but it's the least I can offer to the man who stood up for me."