[He wasn't what she was expecting. What was she thinking? None of this was expected, it was like expecting...snow in hottest part of a Korean summer. For a good long while all she could do was stare at him in that split second before the quake hit. Her fingers caught his arm in surprise as much as for stability.]

As far as parties go, I was hoping for something entirely different preferably involving a bathtub in Tokyo.

[The soft laugh of disbelief shook free a second later. He's familiar in a way nothing is and it almost hurts. The Native taps her arm, taking the little boy from her with a nod and a muted thanks, freeing Margaret to-- To what? Find a smart crack, if she can scramble for it. Margaret does her best to put a less bewildered expression on her face, but it says enough that she doesn't quite let go.]

This isn't Tokyo, Pierce, not by a long shot.