With a goal in mind, she wouldn't take the time to bother some strange man walking around taking care of his own business. But in passing it would be rude to ignore an acquaintance, whether or not he has taken notice. His hair is rather impossible for her to miss, the length still reminding her too much of a woman's.

Before he can pass her by, she dips in a slight curtsy with a flourish of her cloak, basket quickly swapping to her left hand so that she can do so effortlessly. There's still no helping her butchery of the Japanese tongue, but she continues to try.

"Master Watari, good morrow. What brings you to the market at such an early hour? Have you a new experiment?"