Oh god, she thought drearily, this guy is creepy. Not just creepy like Hohenheim watching her on the train, but... psychotic creepy. She'd seen very few grins like that in her life, and most of them were in places in Rush Valley that she was sure grandma would have disapproved her passing by at a late hour.

"I- isn't it, though? The weather is rather nice for a day out. The fall coolness is pleasant and all-" She tried to hide the fact that she was... quite uncomfortable, and ate her apple slices all too eagerly.