[ He hands the tickets over readily, but looks contemplatively at her foot-grasp a moment before taking the mallet. It's less that he's staring, and more that it's causing him to rethink. ]

This thing is at least kinda calibrated for humans, right? [ He shifts his grip on the hammer, testing the weight, and gives the gem a wry grin. ] I dunno if I'm in the same weight bracket as... I dunno, an orc, or something.