"So," Blackwell echoed, and took a closer position as the man made his exit and the crowd forced them nearer.  "Sora, silly, what're you doing with a scraggly thing like him anyway?"  She cast a glance momentarily in the direction he'd gone, but not really enough to look away from Sora for long.<br/><br/>"No, wait, don't answer," she interjected.  "I don't want to know.  Call me Blackwell; it's nice to meet you."  Her stare continued almost unabated; Sora, perhaps uncomfortably, had her full attention.  She was grinning a bit; it had grown from its half-cocked birth into a full-on smile.  She enjoyed that little blush, the girl's shy demeanor.  A little bit of discomfort could be good.<br/><br/>The movement of the crowd had brought Blackwell and Sora closer yet -- closer than strangers ought to get, maybe.  "It's getting a bit crowded, isn't it?  I guess they're going to break in the new church."  For just a moment, Blackwell<em>did</em>break her attention away, just long enough to glance out toward the new church, to watch the people moving that way, noticed the vendors closing up shop.  "I want to see that," she said when she returned her attention to Sora.  "Come with me?"  She spoke it as a question, but her hand found its way to Sora's hip -- proof enough that she had no intention of being turned down.