Sailor barely had time to answer Nana ("Younger, but you wouldn't guess it.") when the sibling in question arrived. Her expression was inscrutable, as usual, or perhaps it was that he was bad at reading her face. Come to think of it, he was not particularly good at reading any body's face, but somehow it had never mattered before. He blinked twice in confusion before responding, "Hey, Saskia..." He trailed off at his usual spot, not having more to say. Clearly, he did not have to introduce Nana to her, as she had taken on that matter already and somehow nothing else fit into that blank.
Saskia's face was flushed from what passed for a winter's chill in Innovo, exertion or maybe even a bit of embarrassment. Whatever the reason, it made her look healthy and robust in his mind, so he voiced that to fill the void. "You look healthy." Still again, it seemed to fall flat of what he was supposed to say. He waved to the bench across the table, "Have a seat, can I order anything for you?" He had his hand up and was trying to get the waitress's attention. Remembering his earlier intention, he turned to Nana and said, "Yeah, this is my sister, Saskia." He felt like he was being pulling in four different directions at once and knew he was acting like a spaz. Oh well, he thought, it's not like I'm not one anyway.