Yuuko stood still and allowed his gaze, but she had such a great presence of her own. Perhaps their meeting was of fate, but perhaps fate should have thought otherwise. Her understanding of Names was different, though not altogether so strange from his. The Witch of Dimensions smiled very softly, her crimson eyes looking over his form. She could see it, the look, and she felt she had been right when speaking of weight. She feared something dreadful followed him that was not an ego.
"I shall if I find it to amuse me to annoy you," her voice said smoothly. She closed the gap to meet him, her tall and slender finger little match for American's or the majority of the world. In Japan, she was elegant and beautiful with height, here she seemed...normal. It was nice.
"The mundane does not have to be so horrible. You only let it, I think. And what are you doing standing here in the snow?" Yuuko had watched, and learned, but it would be boring if she said she knew everything, so she asked. He did not seem like that bad of a boy, anyway. Misunderstood.