There was no girlish giggle, no affectation to make him feel more like a man. He knew, and she could be as she wished. Her own hands rested at her sides, and she walked as if she were easily one with the ground. She wasn't treading upon the earth, but more moving with it. Among it. What he said next, his observation, made her laugh. An honest laugh with a hint of age and appreciation.
"You're right. 'Yaga' would indeed make more sense if I were somewhere that my name meant more to others than my appearance or my power. They do not understand as you do. If they are not aware, the name is nothing." Baba's hand lifted as if she could hear the next question or observation. She didn't know if he would consider it, but she'd meet it before he did or could voice it. "But why call myself 'Red' if the name is not an issue? Because there are still those here who may wish to use my name once they have it; I do not care to go through the trouble of showing them I am more than that name, more than what it can do to me."
She smiled up at him. Now that she was on the ground, he was certainly taller than she. Her lifted hand lightly touched his arm; they were now standing closer to the couple. They interested her as well. The others were mere playthings, background noise to any true intentions. The girls laughed and clapped, encouraging the rough play put on for their pleasure. Blood had yet to be spilled, but the way the young men were "playing" it would be free eventually.
The girlfriend had batted away the hand but had allowed the boyfriend to talk her out of her sweater. Now she was sitting in a thin bit of a blouse, yet she refused to sit any closer to the boyfriend. He was trying to get her to eat some more fruit or drink some more alcohol. He had hoped he'd have her further along, that maybe they'd be heading home by now. He couldn't help that he was being distracted by the women; they were there to distract after all.