Pausing upon being addressed, Naminé blinked with open surprise, pencil still in one hand. That same hand lifted a moment later, fingers curling toward her chest with a tilt of her head - a non-verbal, 'who, me--?' But it seemed clear enough that the fellow was looking at her, and presently the lass elected to concede an, "... I don't see why not."

Was that an invitation to come closer, then? She supposed as much, though her expression was a questioning one as she hesitantly closed her sketchbook, other hand already hovering in anticipation of gathering her things.