At the very least, for as much as this person seems to be a social barrage, they also don't seem terribly offended when he doesn't have an enthusiastic response. In fact, they drop their hand, looking as though they've just realized something.

"Oh, not a handshake person. That's right." They rub the back of their neck, looking a little embarrassed, "But thank you, Irahl! Have you been in the city for very long?"

This question barely has time to sit before their friend, presumably Finn, comes up behind her to grab both of her very broad shoulders and try to literally steer her away from directly in front of Irahl.

"Hey, hey, c'mon," He ushers her, "Remember what we said about personal space?"

"Oh, that it's..." Rohen starts, before laughing. "Right! Yes, thank you..!"

Finn mutters something else about letting the guy settle in for a minute. As he turns to lead his friend maybe ten feet back to a point where Irahl could theoretically ignore them, a glimpse of their eyes are momentarily visible behind their glasses. Their irises are such a bright green that they seem to be glowing. Not a natural human shade at all.