It's unfortunate that a girl who might not be able to appreciate these differences is invading his space, in truth. Still, the park is an easy place to wander around, to people watch— to see the Surface in its most natural state. Zelda, golden haired and elfin eared as she is, fits in as well as a black sheep does.

Then again, so does he, with that sigh. It gets her attention, her head rising from a flock of birds she's been idly feeding. She looks at him, a troubled sort of concern making it's way across her round and soft features, before easily deciding to bother him. After all, she remembers waking up and feeling lost not so long ago.

"Hey, there, stranger," she says to the actual stranger, a gentle familiarity peppering her tone, as if that'll make her sound friendly, her stride towards him confident despite the light snowfall crunching below her steps. There's confidence in her gait, like she's been here for centuries now. "You look a little lost out here alone." And cold, she muses silently, but she's no better in her white dress and sandals. "How's some company sound?"