[The large shadow passes over her and sweeps over the patch she had been discussing today's weather with, so she ceased her talk, rather abruptly.]

Excuse me... [Was she seeking permission of her newly planted seeds or trying to get his attention? Her voice is so quiet that it's hard to judge. However, she does stand and turn to face him, before speaking again:] You look troubled. Can I help you with something? [Very quiet, very serious. The tone's as commanding as her expression, which is kind of funny coming from a dainty little girl hardly five feet tall who was just shooting the breeze with foliage.]

You're a new face... you're not a student here, are you? I'd remember hair like that if I'd seen it before. [It'd come across as mocking if it weren't all so monotonous and matter-of-fact.]