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Trajan notices the way she straightens herself and lifts her chin. He finds it mildly amusing and curious, though he does not blame her, he admits that he can look intimidating — it is a particular advantage, but it did not aid him in making friends. He does not mind, he does not think he needs friends. A thought that is mostly likely wrong. She does not move any closer, and he does not take offense. 

"Hello," the Roman returns the greeting with ease, a gentle lilt to his voice. Trajan is not quite used to speaking the common tongue having spoken latin for the past year or so, but the words flow easily enough and a worry subsides in his chest. He offers the girl a smile, his bi-coloured eyes bright and curious. "Who might you be?"