What strikes her is the fact that Alucard spoke of her as a friend at all, to someone he presumably met these past few months. Sypha blinks in surprise, a shyly delighted smile flicking across her face before her usual social cheeriness swallows it up. "That would be me," she nods. Now that he's offered up a connection to Alucard, a few passing comments by the dhampir fall into place. "Oh, you must be Geralt, then, not just 'Ciri's dad'."

Sypha falls naturally into step as he moves along, shifting her knapsack onto her other shoulder. She's marketbound herself, looking for binding agents for the ink brew, and he's at least headed in that direction. No reason not to walk together.

"I was, yes! That was a treat, it's been so long since anyone had time or space for music, where we're from," she enthuses. It was wonderful, to be in the middle of a proper celebration again. "I didn't see you in the crowd, sorry, though..." her gaze flicks over him, assessing, "You don't seem like the type to enjoy crowds?"

It's something about the way he holds himself, sharply defining personal space, much like Alucard.