As Kurama approaches, Shoshanna can see better how truly little he has changed. Aside from the obvious; his clothing is far different from what he wore during their time in Ukiyo, after all. But he still looks the picture of youth, and she remembers why he was the only man she ever thought to call beautiful. It isn't fair, she thinks selfishly. She's withered and old, yet he's far, far older than she is.

A small smile spreads across her face as he bows to her, though; it brings back that old familiar flutter in her heart, one she hasn't truly felt in fifty years. There's a flicker of something like amusement when he speaks to her in Japanese, and for a moment she's afraid he might not actually know English. They were able to understand each other perfectly way back when, but different rules applied then. So it's with relief that she laughs, quiet, aware of eyes on them from all sides.

"An understatement."

With a confidence that only comes with old age, with surviving a Holocaust and God knows what else, she reaches out and takes his hand in hers, skin soft and loose.