Sonja looks at the sunset, her body relaxed. Her crimson hair waves as breeze through the trees. As Sonja looks out on the rolling clouds and the setting sun upon the distant valley she stands quietly with crossed arms and one eyebrow raised, noticing your figure for the very first time. She turns to face the newcomer; taking no further notice of the sunset at this point.

Who are you?

The Redhaired She-Devil looked you up and down and then grinned slightly.

And who the hell are you supposed to be, lad? Her haughty expression belied the hint of interest in her sea-green eyes.