[ He sees how her eyes snap open — like she was struck by electricity. A jolt of emotion rushes over her and she feels the eyes around them growing more keen on something.... as if they were an outsider.

She knows they are, but there's a discriminatory aura to this all. Ciri's forced to feel the need to prove them wrong.

Markus feels something less ambitious, more cautionary like a person who desperately wants to blend in. To slip under the radar. Ciri's emotions were seasoned — controlled, surprisingly because she knows through experience that garnering attention can be a downfall.

Her hand pulls away suddenly, looking away as a hand comes up to rub at her eyes. As if she had some sort of frustration bubbling over. ]

What isn't? Some recreation of history you can't change?

[ She says in a childish huff. ]

You're causing a scene and unless you're bloody pleased with that notion, you should stop.