Leisha had to wait until he came close enough, until she could see him even in the dim light. His face wasn't a familiar one to her. He wasn't someone who had taken sanctuary originally, when Leisha had organized the children and spoken out about what the Council had done to Lydia. Perhaps he was new? She wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt. She had to, really. All the priests she knew by sight now, and those that were treating the church as a home and not just a social center for those who disagreed with the Council. If he wasn't one of them, he shouldn't be here at all.
Stepping towards him, Leisha shut her book and held it against her chest, one arm crossed over it. 'Hello!' she exclaimed, rather more loudly than she should have. Too loud for a church in the early hours of the morning, perhaps, but she was intrigued, she wanted to know who she was. 'It's not too late. It's never too late for learning and I do like learning Latin.' She grinned at him. 'It's Cicero.' Most people who overheard her reciting from her Latin book in church assumed that it was - well, church Latin. She had tried that, admittedly, but most of the vocabulary there wasn't of any use to her. It wasn't as if she'd attend Latin Mass, not even to hear the language spoken. It'd be hypocritical of Leisha, who had never believed in any kind of god, to do so.
So Cicero it was, and hopefully the pale, dark-haired man who stood in front of her wouldn't be too confused by the scene he'd found himself witnessing. 'It's very interesting,' she went on to tell him. 'I learnt Spanish and French and Japanese at home, but never Latin before. I like to read out loud when I'm studying, so I can't stay near where everyone's sleeping.' She glanced up at him again. 'So that's why I'm here. What about you?' Leisha was, after all, curious.