Zarya shook her head and looked up at the woman who asked if she was with them yet. "Yeah." she nodded in response to the woman's question. "I'm okay." she replied, glancing around at the scenery once more. The woman told her to sit still until she felt somewhat normal. Strangely enough, she honestly felt mostly fine, minus a sort of sluggish feeling that sort of resembled jet lag. Still, she remained seated on the grass for a moment longer, observing her surroundings. She'd never experienced anything like that, so who knows what kind of after effects one might feel if they stood up and moved around too quickly immediately after. She might be fine, but a little caution wouldn't hurt. She figured that if there was a pressing need to move, the lady would have said so, rather than encouraging her to remain seated for the moment.<br/><br/>A few minutes passed and then the lady spoke once more. "Yeah, sure." Zarya replied, taking the hand that was offered and pulling herself to her feet and then readjusting her bag. "Thank you." she responded with a small smile. She was about to ask the woman a question, one of many that burned in her mind, but just as she opened her mouth to sleep, someone else fell, landing on the grass not far away. She had to admit, it was really weird seeing someone fall from the sky and land seemingly unharmed. Almost as weird as actually experiencing it.<br/><br/>"Of course." she responded with a nod, watching as the lady walked away to greet the male. He looked to be about the same age as her. She couldn't help but wonder what kind of person he was. Was he nice? Someone who she could be friends with? There was only one way to find out. The problem that remained, however, was that she wasn't exactly a social butterfly. She wasn't really shy, mind you, but she hadn't had all that many friends, or really any friends at all growing up. She interacted with people out of necessity, or to be more precise, they interacted with her only when it was necessary.<br/><br/>She thought that maybe this would be different. Maybe people wouldn't know about her family, or more specifically, they wouldn't know what her father had done. Of course, it was pretty widely broadcast, given her father's position and the fact that his company was a global company, so it might be a lot to hope for. Still, given the likely age of those who would be attending, and the fact that most would have grown up far away from her, it seemed unlikely that they would know what had happened. That meant that there was hope.<br/><br/>All of that aside, it still didn't mean this guy would want to be friends with her. Nevertheless, she supposed it wouldn't hurt to try, so when she overheard the lady talking about how she wanted to take them to the sidewalk, telling him that she would coax the lass, which she assumed to be herself to come over, she took the opportunity to approach them.<br/><br/>She walked over and stood next to the lady. "Hello." she greeted him with a sort-of-wave and a small, but friendly smile. Her usual confident air had returned, but there was a hint of timidness in her smile, barely there, but noticeable if one were paying attention. "I'm Zayra Vesely. Pleasure to meet you." she held out a hand for him to shake, should he choose to. She somehow managed to introduce herself without showing any more of the timidness she felt, as well as making her introduction at least a little less formal than usual. In general, introducing herself wasn't an issue. She did it all the time at parties and such that attended because of her family, but that was different than this. There she was putting on a mask. She was being what she was supposed to be. Confident, charming, and elegant. Here, she was being herself and trying to make a friend, so it was, in a way, a bit more nerve-wracking.