Let see, having been in this 18th century situation, the general public questions most asked are:
"Is that fire real?" "Do you sleep in those tents?" "What time is the one o'clock battle?" "Why are you dressed like a pirate?" "Are you with the South or the North?" (Wrong war. Thanks for paying attention in grade school.) "Are those clothes hot?" (Yes, three layers of wool in Williamsburg's 104 degree heat index IS hot.) "Who makes your costumes?" (They are uniforms and clothes just like yours, only 240 years old.) "Can I play your flute?" (That, Sir, is a fife. And no.) "Can you talk in British?" (Yes my dear. I speak the King's English, just like you do.)
Then there are actions:
Whipping open your tent whilst you are changing clothes. Removing items from you tent to try on or play with. Posing in the middle of the street for a selfie while 150 men with bayonets march toward you. Attempt to take a musket or sword from your hand to look at. Asking the fife and drum corp to play Freebird. Taking a piece of bread out of you hand as it approaches your mouth - to take a pretend picture of them eating it. Standing in front of a loaded canon waiting to take a picture of it going off.
SO much more stupidity I could write a book.