Esa had fallen into something of a daze as the woman simply ignored her, resting against her staff right in the middle of the pews. She was used to being ignored, but at least people could learn to be more aware....It was only a matter of time until someone bumped into her, and when someone did, she was startled out of her stupor. Whirling around, she gave a bow of her head in apology, hair falling around her face, concealing for a short moment her red, embarrassed face.

As she glanced back up, the first thing her eyes rested on was the unkempt beard. It reminded her of- No. Move on. higher up, her gaze met the man's, so much taller that she had to tilt her head back. Deep brown eyes. just above the usual purple bags of a hard worker or a midnight oil burner. She knew the causes well enough. But only after actually realizing the quizzical look on his face did she note that he had asked something. Her mind churned as it tried to kick back into gear.

Esa presented her staff, kicked the bottom outward to her right and flipped it over her right hand, catching the kicked end with her left while simultaneously pushing her left foot back and whipping the right tip of the staff forward so quickly it whistled, barely six inches from the man's face. A pause, then she whirled the staff backwards in a swish, tucking behind her right arm and bowing in what ignorant people would most likely say a Japanese bow. Straightening, she smiled at the man, hoping he caught onto what she used the 'stick' for.