She's not crazy, per say.
There's something about her that's more... naive. It's endearing,
but she can't say that she wants to endear herself to this creature in particular. He's less obnoxious than the last stranger she'd come across, and she doesn't feel the need to rip into him, but... whatever. Syn doesn't really care what they think of her either. She won't take any sort of petty thoughts or held grudges form the realm of men either. Or time. Or whatever happens

Syn isn't trying to play. It was simply pushing off her own two feet, because there was too much effort to be put forth otherwise. "You really still can't be too careful. Plenty of idiots out here." Her eyes roll a little bit, but it's devil may care.
She's not sure what to think. High headed and curious.

Tarasynora tries the man's name in her own mouth, and it tastes... funny. "Uh, nice to meet you Constantine." It was awfully long, and she really wasn't sure what to do with all of the syllables. Strange thing that was. "Tarasynora." It's long, more than slightly elven, in the same way the rest of her is.

New? Ah, well. "Fairly new, I only washed up a bit ago." Her head tosses, some sort of light in her eyes. Not crazy, just a little odd. More than a little odd, but that was fine. She's cool with being odd. Nonthreatening and weird, sort of her MO these days.