Gretel's head tipped slightly toward one shoulder- the one that supported the thick rope-braid of oak-brown hair, which twitched at the end close to her corsetted waist with the movement. Her expression was once again one of contemplation, aimed directly at him. Maybe a hint of very vague familiarity, but definitely not surprise.
"You're a hunter..." she said, mostly to confirm it with herself as a statement rather than a question for him to answer, which became clear when she went on. "I should've known. You have the same look. You all have the same look... same with Hansel." By all, of course, she meant hunters of the male persuasion.