Ophelia actually tensed for a brief moment when she first saw the face of the man who had been sat down in front of her. She could have sworn in that moment that she had been confronted with a yoma and hadn't been able to sense it coming. The moment quickly passed, however; this was certainly one of the oddest-looking humans she had yet seen, but human he was, not yoma. At least as far as Landel's was concerned, anyway. Who knows what you might have been back home, Ophelia thought with a raised eyebrow.

She noticed him writing something down in one of the slim books in front of him as she continued her badly-drawn sketches. It wasn't until the man had been looking straight at her for over a minute that she deigned to look back up at him. "What is it? You're staring at me as though doing so for long enough will cause me to spontaneously combust." A pause, and the Claymore cracked a playful smirk. "Or flirt with you. Both are equally fantastical ideas."