Before Kit could say more, Mona had vanished. He had just enough time to furrow his brow at the confusion of her disappearance and the unlikeliness of the unfolding situation before she was once again in sight, still a little shorter than him and with the same infectious happiness radiating from her.
Glancing momentarily at her hand, Kit took it in his own and shook gently, more than aware of how fragile and small it was encased between his fingers. "Pleasure to meet you, Miss," he said, waiting for a few seconds before letting her hand go and returning his own to his pocket. Her warmth left a tingle in its wake, pleasant and fleeting. "The name's Kit."