It isn't often Sariel hears that form of address aboard ship, if she ever has. Lian might use it if she's tipsy; Sonya might if she's elated or drowsy or both, but even if, even so, Sariel's the only one in her circle of friends whose language has the word.

you ain't changed a bit

It's not often she hears it in the bar, either.

If she ever has.

To say she's not at least a touch thrown by the appearance of--is she a shapeshifter? someone like Yrael? another Endless? Sariel doesn't know--would be a lie. To her credit, she doesn't stare openly. She does, however, blink. Once. Twice.

A little slower on the second than the first.

"Excuse me?" That's as much inquiry as uncertain introduction. She takes a second to distinguish green from unexpected green. "Oh, thank you. I hadn't realized I'd dropped it." Her voice gives away a little of that surprise, but she's certainly polite. She hasn't reached for the bookmark in question yet. Give her a second to put the book it goes with down.

Every so often, there's a hint of something difficult to define coloring a word, the intonation of a vowel. It could be just a little

cherie

familiar. Just a little.

((OOC: Squeeee! Say sorry for my epic slowness tagging this thread; I was dealing with an attack of RL, and then an attack of evil spywear.))