[He wasn't that young. Although he was short in stature and as slender as a bellsprout caught in a strong breeze, he was still a man in his twentieth year-- but the dissonant sound of the voices had him looking around like a child wary of some shade hiding in the closet.]

--I came with a friend, [he admitted, shaking his head.] But we got separated with all the twists and turns. She's a young blonde woman in a blue dress, if you've seen her.

[Maybe he really should just ignore the voices. They didn't seem to be intended for him, and the stranger didn't seem to hear them at all.]