Hibernation Point pardesi, pardesi, jaana nahin

He turned to look at her without the curl of a lip or snarl from his throat.
Good start. She offered him a small smile, drifting a few inches closer as he spoke.
Older, and perhaps more travelled.
She dragged her eyes over him, letting them linger in a few choice places.

"Good day," she mused in return, eyes flicking up to his. They seemed kind and warm. The type to be instantly likeable. "Not yet, but I might." Perhaps she'd visit Hydra, the cranky ol' high-horse having Moonspearian. Perhaps take that silly peak for herself.
Anyways.

"Where you headed? Anything interesting?"