Indeed his attire is one of the first things she notices about the man, even before he speaks with her. It's something that Aya files away in the back of her mind for the time being, as clothing isn't her focus at the moment.

"Attacked...?" Her eyes widen slightly at the 'short version' of the story. "I think I can handle the long version standing."

Aya isn't exactly what you'd call faint of heart, and she's too antsy at the moment to sit still for very long.

When he takes out his hand, she's hesitant at first, before she reaches forward for a brief, cordial shake. "Special Agent Aya Brea, from the FBI. And thanks... Guess it's pretty obvious that I'm not from around here."