Her head turns and her ears perk up, a bodily reaction that occurs much sooner than the badgers. His little black and white body finally turns in surprise and defense the moment the stranger speaks, all spikey and puffy and full of badger-blood.

Nain's smile fades to something of gentle surprise and a bit of concern. She tries to listen closely for a quickening of footsteps or sharpness of breath.

The two stand generally uneasy, both displaced strangers with only themselves. Though she opens her mouth, the badger is the first to speak up.

"Noo jist haud on thar biggun!" He barks, his body making small hops across the sand, trying to mark a line between the stranger and his little gal.

Nain's face looks to him, she wonders if the strange woman is very large or if Mr. MacConin is very silly. Relating to the rest of her life, she wishes to assume the latter.

Hello. The woman chirps, her face shining beyond the darkness of the beach and its dreary scene. She can hear Mr. MacConin shuffle slightly, his little paws filled with betrayal as he tosses a glare that she bears no witness to. He seems easily defeated by the gentle smile she so happily gives.