Ylva, who has been sitting in the back of the Oak & Iron with a mug of ale for some time, has not been able to take her eyes off Magne. Except, of course, direct eye contact might be *rude*, it's rude for *wolves*, because that's a challenge. So she watches out of the corner of her eye, glances away frequently, wondering what she's going to do. She is likely not as subtle about this as she is hoping.

And, eventually, she will march up to Magne looking eager but also very concerned, and she puts on her best smile (which has too many teeth, because she's trying too hard), and asks her question. "Um, hi, are you... trans?"

She says the word like it's still a little unfamiliar for her.