When the pale woman activated her exotic chakra, it was as though the man ceased to exist from his perspective. After all, he had just barely enough to be considered a living thing. The temperature drop made him shiver slightly, likely given how absolutely fond of the frost that plants were. But instead of trying to run or hide or fight, he simply stood and watched as she concentrated chakra into her hand while it was resting obscured from normal vision at roughly the sweeper's chest level. He heard her speak clearly of death and angels and between that and the man's mention of "heaven", Ashitaka found himself wondering just how expansive a paranormal pantheon he was dealing with. He thought that Otsusuki, gods, dryads, and bijuu were already more than enough for humanity to have to deal with.
But that didn't matter now, since the man had run off and the woman's attention had returned to him. And given that he was currently the only other person on the street, it meant that said attention was completely undivided. Not that he was afraid though, even given his track record in single combat in the past. He doubted she had the ability to kill him and if she tried it would be just another horrible scarring experience he would have to have lived through. Those had happened so frequently by this point that it was starting to get old. However, she spoke sweetly to him and he was reminded of how Ari's personality seemed to pull a complete 180 without indication as to how or why. This in turn left him wondering if this was just something that girls did.
"I suppose he isn't, at that," he replied although the smile he gave her was no less fake than the one he gave the old man. He hadn't smiled genuinely since his reunion with Chika, and after how that one turned out, he didn't think he ever would again. He pounded his chest a couple times and cleared his throat, seeking to reclaim the voice he lost at the Waterfalls Black Site as he tried to think of something to say to her now that they were speaking verbally and the distraction was gone. Deciding on going for the obvious, he formed a tiny pool of pure water in his hand and reached out to catch one of the falling flakes. He was sure that given the cold and presence of water in her chakra, it was probably snow. But it could have been ash, so it didn't hurt to be sure. It melted slowly after plunging into its transparent prison, giving him a chance to briefly observe its crystalline structure. "Snow, huh? That's a neat one."
With that, he flicked the water off his hand and went over to his cart of notebooks to pull out one of those he'd been writing in, but not the one he'd been filling with excerpts from the NPC's stories. This one had The Stag Emporium- Relevant Figures emblazoned on the cover in black marker and was filled, appropriately, with information on the important people he met here. Obviously, given that he'd been here less than a day, there wasn't a lot in it. In about twenty seconds, there was a sketch of the woman about two inches tall in the upper-left corner of the notebook page, and that was when he realized that something was wrong.
"Oh! I'm sorry... could I get your name, please?" he asked as he looked back up at her. "Your Snow Release is quite interesting, and I'd hate to risk forgetting you or keeping too many people from learning in the first place when I go public with my encyclopedia."