Misha immediately paused, flinching at the sudden comment and spinning about, almost frightened with the fact that she was approached so suddenly - and without her being the first to engage. “AHHHHHHhhh… Oh.” The young girl’s yelling settled down into a sudden realization. “Uh - yeah, totally. Actually - wait, no. Fu- Hold on.”

A finger lifted up to scratch her cheek as she looked the stranger over, taking in every little detail with a light hum. “Nice hat, bud.” She pauses, yet again. “Wait, you asked somethin’? Oh! Yeah, the uh - the tail, right… It’s my bungee cord, y’like?” Misha takes a step back and does a bit of a jazz hand gesture. The jointless tail behind her would flick back and forth, then outstretching as if it had woken up from a long nap. “My name is Misha - Misha Maroon Montgomery, but some call me M and m and m - or [i]MMM[/i], or mmm. But Misha is cool, I mean-” At the last bit of her introduction, she grew quiet, simply looking over the redhead girl one last time. “What’s your name? You got a neat-o lookin' getup.”  Briefly, it almost looked as if she were restraining herself from prying into the redhead's very existence.

Standing grew bored quickly for her though, and to release a bit more energy, she would walk circles around the ginger when she drew closer. The tail, yet again would flow, but rather than drag along on the ground, it had gathered its senses to wave about in the air, appearing as light as paper.

[@Vishtaspa]