Emilia expected for the stranger to greet her then move on with his stroll, just like a majority of people would, she found it surprising that he stopped. Not only greet her back, but decided to chat with her. It somewhat made her nervous and suddenly cautious of her surroundings. Los Angeles was also notorious for crimes. As a local and growing up in the city of Angels, the crime rate has increased of criminals working together. For example, a gang could easily approach one or two girls in kidnapping them. In reality that could easily happen in big cities too; however, Emilia couldn’t help only to imagine the worst scenario. She glanced over her shoulders to check if anyone else was on the beach beside this gentleman. Her gaze switched from one side of the beach to the other. For now she didn’t see anyone else besides electric lights coming from her fellow neighbors’ houses, so she excused her quick assumptions and focused back to the total stranger. At least for now it was only them.<br/><br/>Once her hearing picked up the gentleman’s unspecific accent, or the one she couldn’t depict which part of the world he from, her brows furrowed slightly. Her mind registering he might not be from the area, albeit was quick to correct her mental notion. “Come on Emilia there’s no need to conjecture up stories about this dude…” She scolded herself before answering his question. “I don’t know if you know Klaus Bosch’s work, but he was an Austrian artist who was famous for his sand art. Though this.” Emilia stopped for a moment and gestured the stick to the ground the markings she made before she gently tossed the wooden stick to the ground. Where her ‘drawings’ stood then glanced back at the gentleman and shrugged her shoulders. “Simply, just playing in the sand. No art to it.”<br/><br/>On purpose she didn’t answer the gentleman’s last question since she didn’t know what he meant by the comment and figured he wanted a quick explanation of what she was doing then move on. It wasn’t like he was gonna stick around.