She has a shadow, now. An, apparently, studiously disinterested shadow, standing far enough behind her to not be looming, but close enough he'd obviously be interested in interaction, were it not for his expression. His expression says he's here for his own reasons which have nothing to do with you. 

Possibly to do with the quiches, though. He's eyeing one that looks like it maybe has eggplant in it. 

Reve is busy with her food conundrum (the labeling says plant-based for the non-meat section but does that mean it vegetarian or vegan, a quiche is all eggs and catered food using eggs is sourcing them based on minimal cost... are the fillings slightly different colors, that often happens with a vegan quiche but she can't pick them up and look at them side-by-side...) and also is dispositionally not a Noticer, so she's not going to notice Caine until he moves into her field of view!

He sidles a little bit forward and to the side, reaching for an eggplant tomato quiche. 

He takes a bite, eyes darting between her and the contents of the table.

"This one's vegan," he comments, apparently to the air. 

Oh! It's the very compatible out-of-town esper from earlier, with the maybe-concerning guiding situation.

"Oh! Uh, thank you." She grabs one and takes a bite. 

Wait. "Um. How'd you... know?"

"Tastes right. Tofu base. It goes well with eggplant and tomato, good pick on their end." 

He takes another bite and ducks his chin down into his scarf.

Nooot what she meant? But okay. 

...he had a noticeable amount of backlash, when they touched. And he was shy around his (friend? companion? extrovert?), but...  no harm in asking, right?

"...do you want to hold hands for a bit? They put cozy couches in some of the siderooms." There, that's a nice and normal way to ask if someone wants guiding.

"Yes," he responds, a little too quickly.

He takes another bite of quiche, avoiding her eyes. He does hold out his empty hand, though?

Reve will take his hand - wow they sure are compatible, that is definitely a thing she is feeling, cool, cool - and without trying to make eye contact, she'll lead him him past a closed door sideroom (people are probably in there and want privacy), a partially open door sideroom (she can hear that people are in there and she's not super interested in walking in on those sounds), and - ooh, this one is empty - into a sideroom and towards a Large and Comfy couch.

The moment their hands touch, he finds himself relaxing a little as his small pool of acute backlash starts draining away. It feels better immediately, and the guiding- well, it's better than Mintos, anyway. 

He brings the quiche, but sets it down on the first flat surface that presents itself inside the room. His stomach is... Not happy about all those tacos as is, without pushing it further, but he'll be hungry later if the girl (Reve?) can reduce his backlog enough. 

Before anything else can happen, though, he stops them both.

"How much contact are you comfortable with?" And, she doesn't look definitely under eighteen, but just to be safe, he adds: "And how old are you?" 

She looks relieved at the first question and mildly consternated at the second. "Nothing below the waist, I'm probably not taking off my undershirt, and I'm not opposed to making out but I usually want to know more about people before kissing them." She pauses for a beat. "like, uh, what to call them. And I'm 20." 

(...he feels... more backlashed than he did before....)

Oh. Right.

"Caine. I'm twenty-five. Nothing below the waist," he agrees, "Kissing is fine."

His expression tightens as his guiding rate slows, and the chronic starts turning into acute on its way through him. The guiding feels nice, but- he let it build a bit too much, frankly. 

He needs to not take that out on Reve. 

"You want to know things?" 

"Caine," she repeats, smiling. "Sec, let me -"

She lets go of his hand for a bit and wriggles out of the mid-sleeved blouse she was wearing. (She's got a blue striped low-cut tank top on underneath, which she grabbed specifically for guiding with strangers.) 

She places her blouse on one end of the couch and then grabs his hand again, twining her arm around his for increased contact. "This okay?" 

He's wearing a sleeveless shirt already, but he'll take it off and toss it at a nearby chair, along with his scarf. Shirtless, an esper can see a number of scars scrawled over his chest and stomach, though they're all pale and thin enough to escape the average human's casual gaze. 

"It's- good," he cuts off the 'fine' before it can exit his mouth. "Sit?"  

She nods happily, plopping down on the couch and tugging him along with her. (... she definitely notices the scars, but it seems rude to ask.)

"So what's your power like? I make time-slowing zones." 

He will shift around until they have reached as much skin contact as she will allow. Then he relaxes into the cushions and does his best to pay more attention to the guiding than the backlash. 

"-electricity," he answers once they're settled. "Lightning, speed, and cognitive speedup. I handle most non-specific high ranked dungeons in BC South-West. Code name is White Fang." 

Ahhhh the guiding feels niiiiice~ She wiggles happily and leans into him.

...wait.

"Oh! You're the Canadian lightning speedster! I've been in a few dungeons with your team! The sharp angry confetti one, the one with stuffed animals with swords, the DDR dungeon... they were all pretty big, though, I only ever saw you guys at a distance." 

There's a little smile. He nods, "The sword plushes weren't bad. Didn't use any blasts until the boss. My team made bets." 

Reve nods agreeably. "I was the reason most of them kept falling over! Monsters like that, with limbs that aren't firm and animated by magic and not physics, are really easy for me to fuck with." 

She rotates a bit and tentatively reaches her free arm across his body to rest on his shoulder.

He shifts a little to make that more comfortable. 

Also, he lets out a little 'hah' of amusement.

"Saw that. They looked like- they didn't run on physics, but they still wheeled their arms to get their balance. Ridiculous." 

"My power only interacts with physics! So if you have a leg that's held up by magic and a section of it moves even a bit slower than the rest of it, the leg will bend at the boundary and because they don't usually get detailed feedback from their limbs they just fall over." 

(hhhhh. guiding... his skin feels really nice to touch.)

"Using time as a trip hazard," he smirks, "Clever application. Efficient, too, I bet." 

He already feels a little better. This is just like- 

"I remember your hair," he interrupts himself, "From the confetti one. Spotted you on entry. Had to leave my team so I was keeping an eye out for others." 

"Yep! I get backlashed for volume per unit time, so any time I can get a lot out of with a thin slice like that it's really nice." 

Reve nestles her head against his shoulder, forehead pressed into his neck. She can feel... 

"...you've got a fair bit of chronic backlash," she murmurs. When you're paying attention, the way it metabolizes as it gets guided away is distinctive (Scarlet taught her how to pay attention; it's a useful skill, she'd said, for a career dungeon esper who might end up guiding strangers.)

"Yeah." Does she want an explanation? He can give an explanation, but he's not going to volunteer it. 

We'll, she's curious, but... she doesn't want to shouldn't pry. She just met this guy.

(you want to get close to him emotionally because touching him feels incredible, she observes, and well. Yes, that's true. But. touching him really does feel incredible, though,,)

She settles for turning her body into his more and making a little "mmm" noise which could be about what he said or the guiding, really.