Either he'd noticed her and was ignoring her or he was so involved with his own thoughts that Cutty Mordaunt wasn't too bothered by the approaching body of one, Halcyon Aldrich. He could hear her voice, though. Soft, and perhaps squeaky in his opinion when compared to some he'd heard. It was sort of funny and he took amusement therein, though he did not smile. He wore instead a sort of blank expression. The intensity of the innermost wall of the emotional hurricane brought upon by his own doing having passed (if it was ever even really there to begin with).

Finally, when the girl had gotten close enough that he was nearly eye-to-eye with her skirt-shielded knees he inhaled and sat up. "What did you have in mind, Aldrich?" He asked in a calm, but not melancholy manner. As if he'd never experienced an upset in the moments preceding. "Chandeliers and cherry blossoms? Animals? Fudge? I know where we can get all three of those things." He may have been considering a visit to his lab or else that was really damn random.