There were some who might felt overly conscious and wilted under such a gaze. Kunzite was not among them despite realizing the peculiarity of her regard. He remembered himself. Positive emotions ebbed into a cool calm that complemented his usual reserve. Well beneath that, however, was a lingering grief built upon the same he had come into upon his awakening on Earth. He had held and grown that grief and frustration for his thoughts remained with his prince, his fellows, and the hopeless situation that he was set to return to when his time in Empatheias expired. On he rare occasion he was distracted from them, they were quick to return. It was sheer will and his focus upon the moment at hand that kept the rain cloud that had taken to following him since his arrival from overhead.

"Not at all," he replied, offering a handy glimpse of the texts he held to his side. "I was merely looking for a place more conducive to my studies than the city. Forgive my manners. My name is Kunzite, and you are?"