The movement did catch Sidon's sharp eyes, though his head tilted with curiosity for the odd product that seemed to be obscuring Clare slightly. He knew he had gotten terribly rusty at reading English beyond texts from Prompto, but he seemed to be able to determine that it seemed to be a kind of magic dirt one could put on oneself to keep warm? Oh, that might be very useful for him if he planned to stick around for another winter here! He might have to get some before he left!

But that was, clearly, for later! For now he was being rude in this distraction.

"Clare!" he greeted her brightly, with a pleased smile that they should happen to run into each other. "How wonderful to see you! Doing well, I hope? We you able to avoid most of that recent excitement over the holes?"