Somebody she'd never seen before knowing her name, and adressing her with such familiarity of all things? As a rule Alisa recognized people from their gaze rather than their appearance, essential with the amount of people who could use transformation spells. She betrayed no form of surprise at Alisa's accurate guessing, perhaps other than a faintest hint of curiosity:
"That look in your eyes hasn't changed, as cool and distant as the first time we met.", Alisa smiled and explained as she looked into Snow's shimmering blue, sipping coffee as she fed her partner another macaron. Of course, the bulk of Alisa's quick insight came from having fought alongside this girl once, a veteran fighter could learn a lot about someone by fighting either them or simply alongside them...
The question about her look however... That could very well be the strongest reaction she ever saw this girl give to anything, a subtle warning how this was hardly a subject she was comfortable with. Her words confirmed it. She never felt like the type who'd simply change her appearance on a whim, if she subjected herself to such a radical change, she must have had a reason, and didn't want to share it. Alisa understood of course, she too had her fair share of secrets most people weren't privy too
"Well, I can tell there's a story behind that, but you'll tell me some other time, hmm?", she asked calm but dismissively, giving her guild mate (hopefully friend eventually) the cue she no doubt wanted to change the subject. That said, she couldn't not point out the most blaring thought going through her mind, resting her head on her hand and giving Snow a much needed compliment, "For what it's worth, you look stunning. You always did, but, now... It suits you better, somehow...?"
Though in her mind, it was a genuine opinion rather than flattery.
Alisa was the honest type after all, never too shy to say what was on her mind, even if she herself didn't know why she thought so. With this earnest comment, they moved on to the next topic, travel. Or, in Alisa's case, lack thereof, "I stayed in Crocus for a long time after our job. Had some leads to follow and then i just lost track of time, I guess?", she chuckled softly, with a nonchalant shrug. She was a whimsical girl deep down, and even her usually wandering will could fall prey to those cursory whims...
"Fufu~ She is, isn't she~?", Alisa petted her partner's waxy cheek (or where its cheek might be should it have one, "Her name's Lumen... Or his name, i haven't quite figured that out, in all honesty...", she took another sip of coffee, raising a confused eyebrow at her adorable partner who just hummed happily in return, all but begging to be fed another macaron.
Alisa obliged, of course, however could she not? Yet that same question she had been unable to answer now promised a little bit of insight towards the beautiful white haired beauty sitting across the table. That simple thought prompted Alisa to turn that quizzical look right back into snow's eyes, leaning over the table ever so slightly:
"What would you say, Snow? Is Lumen a he or a she?", she'd ask with a playful chuckle, cocking her head and rubbing her cheek softly with visible intrigue, and plopping a macaron in her own mouth for once.
The answer itself was obviously irrelevant considering the whole indifference with which the creature itself just kept on smiling cute and dopely like it so often did. Alisa too knew her partner well enough to know she cared little, but exactly for this reason would Snow's answer tell Alisa quite a good bit about herself, an impromptu Rorsharch test if you were. It didn't stop the Litwick from looking at Snowflake too, as if genuinely interested in her opinion...