As she approaches, he was thoroughly entrenched in internal debate. That being, that this was a beautiful, antique bottle - and he was out of pocket space. Where's a plastic bag when you need one?

He lifts his attention up, though, looking puzzled for a moment. This person is... blue! That's new. He should ask about it. (He shouldn't ask about it. That's rude. You can't just ask someone why they're blue.)

After a few fleeting seconds of internal debate, he replies, with the simplest answer he could get the ticking gears in his mind to agree on. His tone is jovial, and the grin he offers is a little ridiculous, to say the least of it.

"A bottle. Blue glass, and not even cracked at all."