Aron spun on his heal ~ The look on Germamy's face was unrevealing ~ his crossed arms seemed to tie him up as he came across a young woman. His foot held and with a stern stop he faced the girl. His arms were still tucked in his armpits, but with such a distraction he hadn't found a place to move them. 

He: wiped them on his chest twice; looked up over her head, down into her waist then with raised eyebrows right into her alarmingly beautiful eyes. His face shone with unprecedented elation as he leaned forward like a chicken to look her in the face and respond.

[color=f26522]"Uh, ah. Yeah. Yeah, I can help you." [/color]He straightened out and, checked his shoulder. before hoping he could actually give the direction she asked for.

German may or may not have saved him some embarrassment. He had asked the children to excuse him briefly.

[color=0054a6]"Can I help you?"[/color] German asked. He didn't need to evaluate if Aron had addressed the situation ~ It was a pleasure to simply stand in her presence; she appeared to be his own age and wasn't Calandrian. Her hair betrayed a North eastern origin - Rich and wealthy lands of orient wonders. National colours of purple and green lit his minds eye gazing into the fiery corona to peer into her complexion. He himself had dark, almost black hair untypical of Calanda.

Aron however, still standing with his elbows out and hands on his chest, allowed them to drop and crossed his arms again. He was still elated to be standing next to her.

[color=f26522]"Where are you trying to get?"[/color]