Blacktail Deer Plateau curves like a Bugatti --

He watched her slouch, not exactly returning to the warmth of her little hidey-hole, but good enough. It was a little bit more impressive to him that she stuck around despite his dumbass tantrum while at the same time Reyes felt keenly watched, somewhat embarrassed, and eager to be parted from her; he did not need anyone watching him or judging him for things outside of his own control. 

When she commented on his colors - his possible connection to Rosalyn - he smirked thinly and nodded. Aye, she's my mother. One of 'em. That much was obvious; the same coat, the same eyes, and he liked to think they held the same views on things - but that might have changed since his return. 

After a pause he moseyed a little bit closer to where the girl was loitering, giving her ample space even then. He sank to his own haunches and fidgeted a bit. The girl looked thin but not unhealthy, young too, and adding to that her apprehension about all the chaos within Rusalka he had to ask, Ain't you a bit shy for a storm trooper for a Rusalkan?