she really is very tall. he had noticed that in argentina, after having to haul her up, but in daylight it really is very impressive. kaspar stares at the back of her head, pausing for the moment. the idea that had struck him grows smaller and smaller in his mind now that she is within earshot. should he . . . tap her shoulder ? clear his throat to announce his presence and give her time to not be startled ? free hand reaches out, then falters. instead he clears his throat softly. ❛ excuse me, ❜ he furthers, with soft polished enunciation. ❛ good afternoon. ❜ /. @vnncli