The voice is close enough that Erskine can tell right away that it's meant for him, even if he can't quite place it at first. It's been quite a while since they've spoken, after all. When he looks up it's a slow, careful movement--nudity might be the rule during the festival, but that doesn't mean staring at a person's more delicate areas is necessarily a good idea.

When he realizes who it is, he's doubly glad that he didn't let his eyes wander... although the scar on her hip does catch his gaze for a brief moment.

"I'm here," he replies, offering a small smile. "I thought that might count for something, at least. Enjoying the festival?"