Just about to move on, turning away from the window he'd been perusing, Kingsley was caught somewhat unawares by a familiar voice calling out his name so close.
He turned to face her, a light but warm smile on his lips in greeting "Emme? I could say the same to you. Why are you out in this cold?" he couldn't avoid the worried thought that she shouldn't be out at all, this close to dusk, even if it was a public area. It was simply too dangerous.