He hadn't been raised to take every sound as a possible threat, the way many Deck-born children were, but a general awareness of the world had been instilled from a fairly young age. He does quite a good job hearing that the steps aren't swerving, feeling the close approach from behind. Turns just slightly to glance over his shoulder and shift out of her way.

In a second, clearly. Those are... very blue eyes.

Which shouldn't matter. He's here because it's time for him to be--and he's literally here because he's got somewhere else to be. Keep focus. "Yes?"