She seemed to wait for him, which struck him as unusual. It was not enough to give him pause, but he considered her carefully and with a greater sense of curiosity. When she paused, it was not invite him over with any kind of friendly gesture - she simply waited. He could tell she must have been curious about him too, which he figured was a good thing. Better curious and strange than aggressive and strange, he thought.

Daria gave him a nod of greeting, and his head tilted in curiosity almost immediately. His question hadn't thrown her off at all. In fact, felt as if she had corrected him about their name: Pretty Things. Interesting, Pretty Things. Fledge could not deny that, at least. There had been beauty in them, and interest, but perhaps not in the same parts she had seen. Throughout his journeys though, he had learned those definitions often differed. He was just learning a new, stranger one than he was accustomed to.

"I've never seen somebody make them before," he offered, rather than agree or disagree. It was a neutral response, but he grinned nonetheless, even though he wasn't sure she'd try to read between the lines of what he'd said. Already, Daria seemed more interested in something else. He chuckled under his breath when he realized just how right he had been: she had already started to lead the way somewhere.

Now, that gave him pause. He had to quickly consider his options, and he frowned slightly as he did so. She was strange, but she hadn't presented herself as malicious either. How much of a risk was going with her? And was that risk any different to being where they were together? Fledge nodded, and then he took a slow step after her. He'd survived more immediately dangerous situations before. Still, he could not deny a buzzing sensation in his stomach. Just what was she planning on showing him exactly?

"Becoming one. What does that mean to you?" He asked quietly as he quickened his pace so that he could move in tandem with her, shoulder to shoulder though he kept his distance. He wanted to ensure he was seen as an equal, at least in a sense, and he wanted a chance to watch her face again. It showed so much and yet, not the things one might have expected. Where he had expected caution, he'd gotten excitement instead. Most of all though, he wanted to hear what it meant: becoming one. "Did somebody teach it to you?" He pressed again, keeping his voice quiet and calm. Fledge didn't want to press too hard, after all, but it felt essential that he uncover what he could. Malicious or not, his encounter with Daria felt like something he'd remember for a long time, and something that others might be curious to hear as well.