How good was he at reading people? That was one of the strangest most randomest questions he had ever heard. He didn't know he didn't gauge himself over the days on how well he could read someone. He seemed to do awesome enough not to end up hurt or dead. Read her? She was a difficult one to read. He studied her. Since they had first met she had been casual like it was common for someone to drop in. Clearly hiding something. She had been studying him since he dropped in. She wasn't who she appeared to be. A strand of her hair was faintly tinted with yellow. She was hiding her real self. He finally spoke after a minute. "You've been acting casual and like it is an everyday occurance that people dop in. You are difficult to read but that fact alone means you are hiding something. That you were expecting someone to drop in rather than it being completely at random." He started out. "You are hiding who you really are because you have a small strand that still has a tinting of blond at the roots. So you are pretending to be someone you aren't." He started out. "You have been studying me since I dropped in. Judging and gauging me. For what reason I don't know but I know you have something up your sleeve you just haven't revealed it yet. Just know that you are looking for something and that you aren't entirely sure whether you found it yet or not." He looked her over. "Thats really all I can figure out right now." He was being honest. He didn't think he had done a good job but maybe he had.