"Ain' sure I haven't." Ailis rocks back on her heels a little to avoid walking into Janos, regaining her footing with a certain unconscious grace. She looks over her shoulder, as if to check for proximity of strangers, then shrugs. "Just promise me ye won't laugh. I came 'round a corner - snow t' all sides, jamming thick as syrup - an' there was a man. Wouldn'a seen him at all, if no' fer th' thing he was standin' on. Then .. he vanished. Thing an' all, like he was nae there t' start."  Ailis keeps her voice low, pitched to carry no farther than Janos. Remembering, she shivers and mutters something in Gaelic, using a more normal tone - benediction or bane, her expression gives no clue.