Aurora listened as he spoke about his sister, nodding in the right places, frowning in others. She pursed her lips, shaking her head slightly. "Probably hard not to think of her as a 12 year old, but I'm sure she'd appreciate it if you tried." She smiled softly. "I know I would, if it were me." Aurora watched Shiro's face, noting the change in his expression. Her eyes followed his, and she saw that Mr Twitchy had made his way over to them.
Grabbing her drink, Aurora turned on her stool, sipping on the straw while her eyes appraised him. The nearly silver hair drew her attention for a moment. And was that a smile? Aurora returned the smile with a slight head nod and a smirk. "Mansion crowd, hm?" She set her drink on the bar, letting her hands rest in her lap. She could feel the defensiveness radiating from Shiro, and she couldn't help the smile that tugged at her lips. There was a smugness to both of the men she was now speaking with, one that Aurora couldn't ignore. "Well, us mansion crowd, we don't get out much," she lowered her voice, a knowing look on her face. "And who might you be?" She raised a brow, extending a hand to the silver-haired one. "I'm Aurora, and this," she indicated her companion, "is Shiro."