for Miya || @symphonicsoul || Sinfonia He's looking down at this girl that Pilvi brought back from the outside with his arms crossed and a frown hanging on hidden lips. Pilvi said she was nice and to give her time to adjust. He - doesn't really care. "Who the hell are you?"
She had been quietly observing for the most part, keeping to herself as she made mental notes of the people she passed and their appearances, how they held themselves, the looks she was given. Still, Miya hadn't expected anyone to approach her -- she was far too new and, well, even people back home found her intimidating.
A man with a color palette far too orange for her liking pipes up, none too kind in the way he addressed her. Not that she expected everyone to be as nice as Kumo. The brilliant blue of her gaze levels with his, steady and unwavering as she cocks an eyebrow, a distraction from the severity of her situation having been found.
"Wow, you're pleasant." Miya scoffs, arms folding across her abdomen in a guarded stance, certainly not in a good mood either. "If you want to know who I am, you should change the nature of your introduction."
