"See, you might have thought so," Zanna allowed, sliding back in the booth until her back was pressed up against the wall on the far side. This left her legs crossed in the seat, her feet dangling over the edge a little. He was right, she had no intention of not talking, and she didn't so much as blink at his general lack of reaction.
That was just Emery. He was used to her, by now, and she was used to him. "But I think he might be a ninja. He's teaching me... whatever ninja thing it was that he was doing, when I met him in the park. It has no name, Em. I think it's actually too cool to have a name." Here she paused, tipping her head thoughtfully for a couple seconds - as if she were reconsidering. "Then again, perhaps he isn't a ninja. Ninjas are supposed to be stealthy, and little people with weird hair are not very stealthy."