He hadn't expected to make a friend. Cadeyrn's gaze shifts with the very slight cant to his head, observing the stranger for one more second than necessary. But there's no harm, and he doesn't have to shove people aside here. A slight nod breaks his wariness away.

"Cadeyrn. Cadeyrn Blackthorn." And, well, he might as well. "I'm new too." He starts pushing his cart along, the sheer weight of it making it slightly difficult to manage, but Cadeyrn seems well enough used to it.

"Where did you move exactly?" He asks, a little off beat, before adding "There's a park not too far that can be nice to go to, if you like plants. It has a cherry-tree that is just about to bloom." And a few other pockets of maintained plant-life between the cobblestones. Cadeyrn has no personal interest to it, but he knows someone who does, so he goes there on occasion.