Sophie forced a laugh, and as Ronin took off the mask, she pulled down her own hood. Her thin, pale blond hair fell around her shoulders, which she hastily brushed back with the back of her right hand. The golden light of the noonday soon turned her pale blond hair golden, and illuminated her features; high, yet shallow cheekbones, a pointed chin with a moderate jaw; in between a triangular shape and a square shape. Sophie's eyes were a sky blue, and contrasted greatly with Ronin's—her own eyes were full of happiness, and a kind of beautiful innocence that easily conveyed her ignorance to the world. "No, I most certainly have not," She answered, a smile playing at her thin lips. "I've lived here with Father all my life. Not a single soul asides from us resides here—speaking of which, if I may inquire of what it is you're doing here, Mr. Ronin?"