i'm coming home : prestige

Blinking, the female attempts to bring her focus onto the tuxedo, craning her neck to get a better look at him. Clearly she's more focused on the idea that they've met, rather than his original question of whether or not she's alright, but she provides an answer to that within moments. "I, uh - I'm fine." It's a quick yet almost hesitant response, her voice quiet.

She's staring.
It's something that she realizes rather early on, but she keeps her gaze steady, mustard-colored eyes showing vague curiosity. When it clicks, which is rather quickly due to her intelligence, the expression on her face changes almost immediately. There's a light grin, and the tension previously in her muscles dissipates, allowing her to be calm enough to sit back on her haunches. "It's you." Her voice is light with a hint of amusement, and she briefly thinks back to a simpler time: when she met Prestige as Livius' boyfriend. There's a quick moment in which her ears flatten back, and it's clear she's thinking about something, but she keeps the smile, doing her best to brush off the memories for the time being. After all, this is a reunion, which should be a positive interaction. Besides, she'd always liked Pres.

"The name's Sola." She doesn't feel the need to say anymore, because the name is bound to ring a bell, so she simply sits there, the tip of her tail lightly flicking back and forth as she awaits the realization; the lightbulb.