Caught a little off-guard by the smile the stranger offered, Cordelia paused a few feet before the bench. She realized he'd wanted the bench all to himself, though for what reason, she didn't know nor did she much care. Lifting her dead hand up into the waves of her brown hair, she carefully wrapped her locks around it with her left hand and made a loose tie with the ribbon. It was the best she could do with only one working hand, but she'd been practicing, and surely before 1895 was up, she would be as proficient with her left hand as she once was with both it and her right.

"Who are you?" she asked as she tied up her hair, the breeze blowing single strands of it around her face in an almost ethereal manner.