[Sophie taps you on the shoulder, sketchpad in one hand and a small object to be determined in the other. She's smiling slightly in an attempt to put the stranger at ease.]
[Koschei looks up as he walks, not at the sky exactly, just up. It'll look like an eyeroll later, when he knows more and makes connections faster, but not yet. This time it's him who needs a moment.]
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That makes sense.
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