Lucine had felt the Other the moment they'd boarded the ferry.
At first her interest had been in whether it was here for them, but it very soon became apparent that it - she, because Lucine spotted her from afar - wasn't even aware of them yet. And so Lucine kept her distance, moving out of range when the woman might feel her close.
And then she left it to Koshchiy.
On the deck above her she let their spirits move close, let them entangle, and only when they started to move did Lucine make her way towards the stairs and then up to meet them.
It was cold outside on the ferry, but not so horrendously so as back in Verkhoturye, and so Lucine wore less layers than usual. But the hood was drawn up on her silver fox fur coat, the ends of her two long black braids escaping it.
This coat had been made, originally, for someone taller than Lucine and many years ago it had to be taken up to fit her, but still it almost brushed the ground as she walked. Lucine liked this coat. She could duck her head beneath the hood and in the snowy woodlands of home she was almost invisible. However, it hid her less on the deck of a ferry.
"Hello," Lucine said as she approached, beginning with English because it was the most likely of choices. (French was also quite possible, and she could try that next if needed.) The woman was young, Lucine could feel that right away, but she was not experienced. She was also not one born deathless either, that too was obvious upon closer inspection of her spirit.
No, this girl had been chosen. Born human, yes, born a threat and an enemy, but now joined to what they were.
And so Lucine amended her greeting: "to both of you."