She's definitely more concerned about the strange being. The shells haven't gotten a close enough look to decide whether they're desirable or not yet.

And that voice... It's not identical to the child with those same bright eyes, but the similarity is undeniable. Like the difference-- well, the difference between a child and an adult.

"... Okay." She places the bow to the floor and straightens back up. "You're one of the people who live here, right?"

And not a sea monster.