He felt warmer than she did, but only marginally, so that was good. It could've been much worse. She knew she probably still felt like ice, but she also knew she'd been colder.
Phaedra wasn't really local anywhere, and she smirked just a little at the statement. She moved gracefully and as humanly as she could, though she was probably still just a little too fluid and a little too smooth and fast, depending on how perceptive one was.
"Travelling." Some called her people travellers now. She smiled again. "Since York. Since the first planet," Phaedra said. She tried to remember if he'd been there the whole time and could not. "And you?"
Clark Kent. That name was familiar.
"I'm Phaedra. Romani." Her accent was always very evident when she said her name. It was difficult not to find the music in it if you did, in fact, speak Roma or a variation of it.