"Your friend has an automail limb?" Ed echoed in surprise. This far, everyone had been surprised to see what passed for his prosthetic limb. He'd taken it as a sign that automail, for whatever reason, had only evolved to the level that it had in his own world. He didn't know if that meant this stranger was also from Amestris -- or had traveled there at some point.

"The Rockbells are my mechanics," Ed said, and maybe there was a hint of hopefulness in his voice that he'd found someone who occasionally knew what he was talking about. Winry had gained enough notoriety for her designs lately that it was possible that someone who knew something about automail may have known of her.

Despite Ed's fixation on automail -- a strange sentence for him to even hear his own head as he usually didn't care about automail in the slightest -- there seemed to be something else off about this interaction. Maybe it was a bit from the way the girl was moving paired with how her clothes didn't fit at all, but suddenly Ed couldn't help but burst out, "You're not usually a girl either, are you?"