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There was a pride to his step as he approached, though he didn't look threatening per say. She didn't seem that threatening to him either, even if she didn't look too pleased. Perhaps she had come out here to be alone and watch the stars, he considered, and he had rained on that parade; but he didn't feel rueful for breaking her peace.

Her voice and what she said was polite, in contradiction to her body language. He decided to just play it along, rather than point out her contradicting body language. "Evening," he returned. "Out to watch the stars?" Or maybe just to be alone, he thought. He wasn't about to list all the possibilities, though.