The woman's gaze did some of its own surveying, her brown eyes hinting at speculation as she briefly spotted the chrome cylinder at Kenshin's waist, she subtly brought credit to the instrument.
"That's intriguing," she said, inquisitiveness found in her voice.
Something in the young woman's eyes carried new awareness; intimidation slithered into her brown eyes, the chrome cylinders doing.
"Where were you headed?"
Alair could have easily trailed behind the young man, following after him, but truth be told, she wanted companionship.
She was prone to those that wandered, people of that nature often stuck out at her like a sore thumb; she was one of them, a wanderer.