Julien is not getting a whole lot of interest, at least compared to back home where his first time in a new place has people treating him like a celebrity or a monster, or both. There's more interest directed at the raven on his shoulder, and that's passing curiosity too. Sure, a lot of these people don't look entirely human, but they're not as removed from it as he is.

Actually... "Rubber forehead aliens," he mutters. "Like humans in makeup, but - the veins." His eyesight is very good. Julien shakes his head hard enough to whap Diaval with some of the blue-dyed feathers serving him for hair.