She tensed imperceptibly as he spoke, freezing solid in her pose before in a slow, liquid motion turning just her head towards him. “Always.” Her tone was clipped, unemotional. There were things to be done- and yet, she couldn’t bring herself to merely brush this stranger off. Wasn’t she herself a leading example of the danger, the potential a powerless façade could conceal? There was something about this one…
To say that he was pleasantly surprised that she’d stopped in her tracks only for his sake would’ve been a euphemism. Too many people in this bizarre outside world were blocked behind their primal senses, their fear, their “flight or fight” instincts - especially females. And he would’ve understood them perhaps if he’d spent more time out here to witness the fruit of the modern man’s degradation. He was just tired of trying to connect with the lesser beings, the fearful, the sceptic. The simple fact that this woman held curiosity over fear told him that she was superior to the average London girl - and thus worth his attention, confirming his first impressions.
He smiled at her response, taking in those sharp cheekbones and even sharper eyes that darted away from his as she continued on her way. Falling into step beside her and hoping she wouldn’t protest, Kairos continued his silent examination.
“Not a single hint of fear,” he said, “Didn’t anyone tell you that you shouldn’t be so quick to trust strangers in the night?” He didn’t want to scare her off - he was only testing to see if that self-sufficient look was really founded. Something about her made him wonder for a split second if it was him that was being careless rather than her. But that was ridiculous - she was only a woman.
He spied a trinket that bumped against her bosom with every step - it glittered richly whenever it caught the lamplight, the style clearly Egyptian. “Especially if you’re not from here,” he ventured.