The lightness of her hair told Cavan that in a world that had color, the woman would be either a blonde or a redhead. He didn't see any freckles, but that didn't really mean anything. Plenty of redheads escaped the freckles. He couldn't be sure of the color of her eyes, either.
Not that any of it mattered. Cavan was not looking at her for anything more than a playmate. She looked like she would be a challenge. Nothing simple. That's what he wanted right now. A way to engage his mind. All parts of his life had been relatively cut and dry. The aliens took them somewhere, dumped them, let them figure things out, repeat. Each place, so far, had something interesting about it. But each place, so far, had kept Cavan away from his deepest love.
He let her pass and get several steps away before he stood up. He did that very casually. He brushed the hair back off of his eyes and walked in an easy stroll, looking at the things in the windows from time to time. He could see her still. There was no rush.