Light a match

At a guess, she would have to put the stranger of an age with her sister, the darker woman herself about to enter her third year. Tilly was not worried about him getting up in her space, the Archers were an argy-bargy lot, all solid tackles and sharp nips to the face, low growls and jaw spars. The measured approach of the pale man was a breath of fresh air, and besides, in her experience, those that wanted to outright cause harm didn’t come up and start wasting breath on words.

Unlike her little sister Sedna - with her hot temper and heart on her sleeve, Matilda was far better at holding a poker face. Once she might have snorted derisively at the man’s question. Instead, she held a small, secretive smile, eyes turning back towards the stars. She was looking for the little sky bear, inhaling as her eyes fell upon it while she considered her next words, and just how much she wanted to give away. "Chasin’ a new moon. An’ yerself?"

"speech".