At least the poor timing doesn't throw Yin off. She's used to this sort of reaction. It reminds her, heavily, of Hei. Of home. It feels familiar and solidifies her interest in Waver. She connects his mood to the scene that played out not that long ago. Something about it either agitates him, or is a thing he wishes to not touch. For now, she just notes that.

The spirit wobbles a little up and down still curiously peering at Waver as his hair falls to hide his face.

"Yes," she informs Waver honestly.

"I was exploring the city."