Sansa tries not to stare, because that's rude, and she gets then what Klaus had been saying about women wearing even shorter skirts. "He's taller than I am, brown hair, blue eyes, very nice. Sort of... regular," which makes her brows furrow. "He is a knight, of sorts. Very cheerful. A bit sarcastic." She didn't bite her lip although it was a near thing.

"He lives in the room next to mine, but he hasn't been there for days." She's worried enough that she's forgotten to introduce herself.