The woman turned to Ricochet, eyes wide with surprise. The big, masculine woman didn't blame her. She hadn't exactly presented herself well, and a woman like her was a bit of a surprise to see regardless. Hell, she was hardly a woman at all most days. Ricochet grinned in response to her own thoughts and played it off as a friendly gesture as a greeting from the stranger met her ears. She walked a little closer, curious, and then nodded in agreement as the woman commented on the awful conditions and shook a bit of nasty snow off her own leg. Ricochet chuckled deeply and raised a brow.
"Crunchy or not, I hate snow," she said, always honest even when it got her into trouble. Still she smiled at the stranger, looking her over a bit. Pretty girl, but seemed like the bubbly, pristine type. Ricochet wouldn't lay the flirting on too thick with this one, might scare her away.
Still, she couldn't help laughing at the way the woman suddenly seemed to remember that she should be introducing herself. Cute. "My pleasure, Sparrow," she said. Huh. First she had met a Peregrine, and now a Sparrow. What was it with the bird names in this place? Still, Peregrine and Sparrow were nothing alike, that much was clear already. Sparrow more resembled her namesake, a little more bright and sweet in nature. Peregrine, well, she really was sharp as a hawk, wasn't she? Ricochet felt a strange and sudden tug in her gut at the thought. She should track that little lady down. She wanted to talk to her again.
But no. Back to the matter at hand. The woman cleared her throat again and at the same time cleared her mind. "I'm Ricochet," she said by way of introduction. Short and sweet. Well, not sweet really, but to the point.
