The crone had never worried too much about inappropriate touching, well, not regularly. Her hands rested at her sides; her head tilted slightly to look over the man before her. He was young, on the outside anyway. The face hid little though; the eyes were always the way to see into someone, and his eyes told much.
"'Red' will do." She laughed softly. "You must watch it. There are those who do not like to be known here, no matter how open they believe themselves to be. People simply do not like to be known so well." She laughed again and stepped back.
"Walk with me." She motioned for him to join her on the set path through the park. "This is very different for you?"