Himawari looked surprised but pleased at the compliment. SHe gave a tiny bow and simply said "Thank you!" To the hair compliment, but she was unable to say anything about her nation before the girl was scrambling off to the next target. She looked at the orange woman with little surprise. She'd been to a fw places now and though she had not met this one before, she HAS met a version of Tamaki and Logan before, but she kept that to herself. (She had also met a version of Vigeta but that too she'd keep to herself, not that she knew who Trunks was).

Ahsoka couldn't help the unsure look she gave the hyper girl as she rounded on her. A brow raised and she lifted a hand to her cheek, rubbing at a white mark. "It's... not make up." She said but she had no idea if the other even heard her, as she rounded on poor Trunks. Does he dye it? Wow, rude. Her arms crossed under her chest as she watched the girl. Buff? Ahsoka hadn't noticed. She instead looked to the Master, her arms relaxing a bit as she gave him a questioning look.

"Would you like Trunks and I to show them around before dinner, Master?" Or allow them to do it on their own?

Logan was disturbed. This kid was WAY too hyper for him. "Trust me, it aint your age that bothers me." Which was true, really. He'd rather Yukio be here instead of this. He'd have to make due though.