[It's a boy - small, dark-skinned and haired, wearing what looked like a down parka and blue jeans - or at least, it was something something that looked like a boy. It's a good seeming, and to most would be indistinguishable from a normal human, but there's something in his eyes, something old.]

Not your enemy, I'd like to hope - we get enough of that sort of guff normally, but luckily nobody seems terribly interested in enforcing the strict dividing lines. Put that bow down, I doubt it could hurt me anyway.