He almost wasn't startled when she suddenly made her presence known, and he turned around to look at her. "You've stolen my entrance," he said, bemused. "I'm used to being the person who catches others off-guard."
He glanced past her at the reddening sun. "It is indeed." He generally felt more comfortable at night. Whether it was just the mood he'd been in lately or a perceived acclimation of a dead man to his surroundings, he had no idea.
He stood to face her, inclining his head to her. "You look lovely."