Alda jumped and turned her head, raising her eyebrows in an attempt to give that critical-but-innocently-confused look that says, [i]What the hell are you talking about?[/i] It didn't work, though, because her face flushed and became a noticeable shade of pink. She struggled internally with whether to engage in conversation with the boy, who obviously couldn't mind his own business but didn't look too bad himself. "Very much enjoying the view," she finally answered, with the soft beginning of a half-chuckle and a small, nervous smile. Was he from Slight? she wondered, pondering if she had in fact seen him before. [i]Perhaps briefly. Before the accident.[/i] 

"Did you come over here to share the view?" she asked slyly.