Althaia was sitting in her chosen spot, enjoying the sun and the quiet for as long as was possible. That was, until a rather loud voice broke through her precious silence. She tilted her head just enough to see the man through one barely opened eye. He looked rough and like he was still a bit hung over from the night before. At least that's what she thought. He seemed like a swordsman, the usual adventurer type, rather than a mage or a healer. Useful to have around at times, but sometimes not the best conversation. Someone who might act on his gut or on impulse rather than careful consideration. Still, she would reserve the final judgement, for now.<br/><br/>She eyed him as he approached, deciding how best to respond, but opting to go with her usual honest, hold-nothing-back approach. "I'm not your dear, or your maiden. But hello," she greeted him as she sat up criss-crossing her legs, opting to avoid leaning back with her eyes closed around him. He seemed like the type who enjoyed the ladies, and she had no intention of allowing him the chance to enjoy her. "Are you still drunk?" she asked in an entirely serious manner as she tilted her head and narrowed her eyes, as if deciding for herself that he was at least not fully dried out.<br/><br/>After a moment she shook her head and shrugged. "You're here for the mission. A sword-fighter, I assume. I suppose that means I should introduce myself," she spoke the latter in a half-mumbled manner, to herself more than to him. "I'm Althaia. And to be clear, I'm not interested, so don't bother trying," she introduced herself, and warned him not to try flirting, or seducing her, or whatever he might call it. Even if she were interested in romance right now, which she wasn't, she found it unlikely that he would be the one she would go for. Could she be wrong? Maybe. But probably not.