I'm headed to the communal housing building... [ Sure, that might be North, but she's not exactly the type that pays attention to that kind of thing. As long as she knew where sh was, even loosely, then she was just fine. Exploring to find a route home was always a good thing, too. Might as well learn all about the place she was supposed to be calling 'home' for however long, right?

Her eyes travel up as he puts his hand above her head, quickly catching on that it's metal. She reaches up without thinking to grab at his hand, distractedly tossing off his concern- ]

Oh, no, he's not that young or anything. He's in his teens and can fly so I doubt he'll be that put out - [ But then, most importantly! ]

What are your hands made of?