He keeps moving, the pace easy for him, but the movements complex and difficult all the same. He's not ignoring her, but he's not paying the most attention in the world to her. His hair is pulled back out of his eyes and it flows behind him in colours that couldn't possibly be natural. He looks almost serene.
At least she's being polite. Yes, she's watching him, but he's also doing something interesting in a public space. At least she doesn't have a camera.
"It is." It's not an answer, but it's the truth. It's what ninety years of experience tells him works. Who needs names?