The Sentinels from the other side

She is an angel cloaked in white, a breathless little beauty amidst sparkling greens and muted browns. "No? Ann hums, and for a short time, her vivid cyan locks onto the child's forest green - emerald gems that compliment her ivory coat before they look away once more. "For a not-shadow, you were almost excellent at coming up on me." Perhaps the girl takes things too literally, for it is clear that she has misunderstood Ann's speech, and though she speaks it truly, firmly believing in her own words, Andromeda feels no need to correct or clarify for her.

Her face is bright - a face draped with the veils of innocence (and it is not good to be too innocent these days), and the woman silently chuckles. It twists to show slight confusion, a mind working to catch up upon previous lessons and experiences seen. "Yes, child?" A touch of humour is evident in her voice; when Ann's lips quirk up to one side, it is not a cynical smirk like she graced Ishtar with - it is a smile, however small it appears, for a child, for a youth. "Deidre Mayfair, and I am, as you must know already, Andromeda. Thank you for your welcome."

She pauses; lets the quiet hang in the air for some time before she peers back at the youth once more and nods. "But," Ann grins, tone dipping as if sharing a private secret, "just Ann is fine."