Oblivious to just how badly she's scared César -- startled, certainly, but terrorized? surely not -- Ylva nods at his introduction, momentarily forgetting entirely about pleasantries like "nice to meet you," and touches him casually on the arm.

"Could you show me where those are? I still don't know my way around, and you seem to know this place."

She gives him a bright, if toothy, smile.