For all that Xeno has a propensity towards letting most observations fly off the tip of his tongue, he doesn't actually know what to make the strange things that the woman's visage is doing in front of his eyeballs. It has him pausing, head canted off to the left in consideration. Without feeling the need to provide particular context or continue on down the trail of conversation he'd begun, he notes;

"You're like the photographs from home."