He'll just ignore that look over, more concerned with keeping the conversation on a neutral tone. "Lance. Good to meet you."

Or something. 'Good' works; it's polite.

Lance glances out past her toward the water, noticing the temple in the distance, and frowns. Great, that's... Pretty damn far, and the water looks about as dangerous--if not more so--than he'd been concerned it might. "Are you one of the fortunate people who doesn't need boats to get around?" He's pretty sure he knows the answer, but it's more about her response itself than the yes or no.