This... this Jasper understands.

Dances. Why does it seem like this girl is dancing? It's like nothing she's ever seen before but... there's rhythm to it. There's [i]passion[/i] to it. There's knowledge and practice and instinct so deep that each of these motions carries its own music. She's seen devils dance before but this is something else entirely - cold and joyful and curious and revealing, like she's being peeled apart layer by layer. It's a dance that reveals more about the world than the dancer, but expresses the dancer's heart in that very curiosity. 

She's never seen anything like it. 

For the first time in her life she's speechless when asked a question. And then the questions keep coming! And each time she untangles her tongue enough to start saying something her head is yanked to the side and she's asked something else! Her thoughts and feelings are wrung from her in Ers and Ums and Eeps! Every time she tries to put on a brave face all it earns her is a tiny frown and an intensive ocular examination. But even through this total deconstruction, Jasper never once stops trying to hold the umbrella over Dulcinea's head no matter how much she appreciates the relief from the rain. Even here on the brink, the instinct to see other people safe and warm and dry takes priority.

And then there's a pause, and Jasper is half way through her first sentence before she realizes she hasn't been interrupted.

"I don't know what you mean by 'eating' -" she said, then froze as she remembered her manners. "I am Jasper Inkra, and I am - ah - a-[i]tsnk[/i]!" she unsuccessfully attempted to hide a tiny sneeze in her shoulder. "Honour..." despite it being soaking wet her throat was somehow the opposite and resisted every word. "T-to - um..." she stared with watering eyes, trying her best to be strong. Her duty was to fight for the smiles of everyone, to fill the world with light and she [i]couldn't[/i] let down this vivid stranger. "I've... I'm... are you the...?" Her teeth chattered away the last of the words, every part of her shaking except for the arm trying to hold the umbrella over Dulcinea.