Hime had just about resolved that striding out boldly (but cautiously; reckless was one of many things she was not) into the night when something small with red hair kicked leapt at her. Or at least in her general direction.

Unfazed by the war cry, Hime watched as girl kicked the wall a foot the right of her, injuring herself it seemed. When the child finally noticed her, she met the discerning look with an unconcerned gaze of her own.

"Good evening," she said to the girl in a neutral tone, though there was just the hint of a smile playing at the corner of her lips. "And just what manner of small human are you?"