Deucalion, never one to pry his eyes from someone he's speaking with, certainly does notice this. And it intrigues him to further carry on the conversation. Not that he would be so willing to drop it, especially after the sincere response he received from Njoki.

"I'm Deucalion, from Earth," he mimics, holding out one grossly oversized hand. "And you're not intruding. Given my recent arrival, I would assume that role belongs to me."