She had not really realized he was there on a conscious level, but surely she must have known to some degree, for the sound of his voice does not startle her. "Hello." comes the soft, accent-less reply.
She peered down at him silently, almost owlishly, she had not really seen anyone else of her heritage, not since her mother and that well, she was 3 when she was taken from her. She had no real memories of the woman. The familiarity of feature though is intriguing, along with the quiet he seems to exude.
Slowly she slid from the branch, allowing herself to dangle before dropping the last three feet to the ground. One hand lifted, tucking her hair back behind an ear. Her own, intelligent gaze shifted to the blueprints, brows knitting faintly, then to the rubble. Ah, someone rebuilding, no collar though, peculiar that.