Well of course he wouldn't know, but how to explain? Then again, perhaps more importantly, how to convince herself that there was any point in explaining? People figured out the reality eventually, after all. It was difficult to miss when the girl in front of you never so much as cleared her throat.

She leaned forward and then back, the tip of the umbrella serving like a cane as she watched him. The smug grin didn't part from her lips, though she did decide to at least throw him a bone. The free hand went up to point at her face, right about at the cheek and she shrugged, broadening her grin a fraction. He looked like a smart, growling ... person? He'd figure this one out eventually.

Or not, in which case she was definitely not above doing something she should actually apologize for involving that umbrella of hers.