[ Ciri lifts her head, watchful, eyes narrowed in the dark. She is no witcher, incapable of seeing in the darkness with a pinch of a potion. But she is keen-eyed and wary, as she was taught, and she holds her head high as the man approaches. Even with a gentle tone, she snaps right back: ]

And your world is the better for it. Nothing but trouble, and it's not something anyone should ever want.

[ Its advantages she'll always take. But so long as the Wild Hunt pursues her, it's only a curse. There's so much she still needs to learn and now there's no one to teach her.

She casts a glance at the bench, finally feeling shamed enough to pull it back upright. Gaze on her task, it's easy to attempt to be casual, even if she's embarrassed enough that someone's walked in on her tantrum. Worse, that her temper is still burning, and she has been unkind. ]

...Are you new here? Or have you been here for some time?

[ That's a good way to start things off, yes? ]