"nanako-complex started following you"
Snowdrift had long since given up counting the stares he got. He didn't mind...so long as they never merited him getting harmed. Tenwu of the Red Smoke would HATE the attention he would get in a place like this. They'd probably jab him with some sort of toxin to prevent him from using stealth.
A human with shocking white hair was following him. Snowdrift felt there was something strange about that coloration. It didn't seem natural from what other humans he'd seen. Like you're some sort of expert on humans. He thought disgustedly. You didn't ask to be here. But you must endure whatever comes your way. You cannot falter, no matter what is asked of you.
He spotted a street performer playing a brass instrument of some kind. The discordant cacophony of noise that was emitted might have been pleasant to some...but not to Snowdrift's sensitive ears. He yearned for the Pandaren erhu more than ever...the twang of a well-geared musician. This person is certainly NOT very skilled maker of noise. Apparently the white-haired human (at least, Snowdrift assumed he was human, but he could have been VERY wrong on the matter) was enthralled by the music as well, because he stopped.
Snowdrift did as well, and their eyes met. He couldn't read the man's eyes, though...there was something that didn't translate. Given the baffled expression on the white-haired human's face, he assumed the same was true. "Tell me..." Snowdrift began speaking, almost before he was aware of it, The man turned his head slightly. "Do you find that music pleasant? I admit, I don't know what to make of it."