Yaone approaches the young girl with clear purpose, her expression schooled into the same mask of implacable calm she had worn at the meeting with Suijin weeks before. Today she is dressed much less formally in a simple cheongsam top and pants chosen simply for ease of movement. She'd come to blow off steam by hunting game but her curiosity about the rogue goddess gets better of her.

The gaze Yaone levels on the girl isn't exactly unkind so much as clinical, assessing her with the same cool, level-headed scrutiny she might give during triage for a patient. After a moment, she reminds herself of the importance of bedside manner and her expression softens into something a little gentler and warmer.

"You are Miss Votelli, I presume? My name is Yaone. We share a common acquaintance. Miss Nia is my shinki, too."

Her only shinki now, much to her upset. But at least, it's common ground to start a conversation about?