Big Salmon Lake i was excitied for winter, but now i hate it

There was only a brief worry as the newcomer approached, but she held her ground regardless. If for whatever reason a fight broke out, she'd either win or die trying. However, as the stranger inched forward with a kind demeanor, she couldn't gauge if it was relief or disappointment filling her heart. Relaxing, yes, but not as exciting.

Her eyes trailed his movement, neck slowly turning back as her gaze never wavered from their focus. Then, he stopped, and oh dear was his greeting quite odd. Eyebrows knitting together and jaw shifting just a little towards the left in confusion, she simply let the scene play out. Perhaps it was custom in whatever land he originated from, but Lenina had never seen such actions.

No distaste could be found in her expression, for it didn't appear as if the mannerism was insulting or mocking. It seemed genuine, and her features only displayed a look of gears turning in her head.

"Good day... Sir." she mimicked in a moment of panic. She was often unsure of how to respond, which had lead to her reputation of being awkward and unusual. The woman was more of a listener, which is exactly what she did. Despite doing her best to maintain eye contact, her grey pupils flickered away from time to time. But for now the best course of action appeared to be: Sit and wait. She'd wait to see what else this stranger had to offer, and act accordingly.