"A wayfinder?" Konoka almost repeated. While he thankfully elaborated, Konoka felt like she had heard of that term before, if only vaguely. Maybe it wasn't a good idea to think on that too hard.

"Oh, the colors are nice," Konoka said. "I've grown fond of purple and white for myself, these days." She probably might have picked pink and maroon, back before she became a traveler, but she wasn't too bothered about tastes changing.

She does make note that more eyes are on her, but her conversation is with the man. "I've never had a wayfinder before, at least none like that one. Could I make one?"