(stiles takes a good, long look and hei waits for him to finish. there's not a hell of a lot to hide here, despite his reluctance to share information about himself. from just a glance, the teenager will be able to glean all that he should from his weapons and posture... and that's enough.

when he moves for the bowl, hei shoves the cloak's hood away from his hair to gather at his shoulders and steps back to allow him to lead. it's he who knows where they're going, and it seems as though he's been here for some time if he's easily able to guess at who's fresh out of a mirror. it's been a few hours, still acclimating to even being around so many people and almost forgetting to reply when they set out for the mince pie.)

Ah, I stepped through a shop window. Or something like that. (they weren't impressed. watching the crowd, he keeps stiles in his peripheral.) But I'm no soothsayer, since you're asking. Fortune is just a matter of guesswork.

Tell me how long you've been here... and your name.