Gandalf sensed something, a curious sensation of eyes upon him that made his sparkling sapphire orbs turned towards the redhead. Gently his lips curled into an amiable smile up at Jean, oddly when he smiled he seemed to become even more luminous. He was much like a warm sun casting itself behind the shade of trees but instead of foliage there was his human shape and garments. There definitely was something unworldly about him.
The voice that addressed her was the same deep and authoritarian one that was possessed by the master of magnetism but his had a gentler tone to it that made sound more like a kind grandfather “You have a look as if we have met before though my lady I do not think I can place you” he said as he straightened his body up once more and moved over a some to allow her to seat down “Come, seat”