Looking at Aleksey's outstretched hand for a shake, apparently, for a moment or so, before giving it a small, even hesitant seeming shake. "Yes," She then answered, confirming her name, though she didn't answer about any mention of being someone important. She didn't want -that- mess starting up again. At least, she had been right on the guys name who had given her the invitation. William Cornell.. She'd have to remember that, for some time in the future, possibly. She nearly always made sure to remember names.<br/><br/>Before she had been able to comment on the Russian accent of his that she had noticed easily, nothing bad of course though, there was a comment about what William -would've- done. Though really that wasn't what had caught her attention. Her own cheeks easily gained a small and light blush themselves, though she didn't run or step away. Though she might've in some ways looked like a timid deer, ready to run in an instant, she just shrugged it off, and soon the blush had faded.<br/><br/>Elizabeth watched while Aleksey had stood, her gaze following where he was looking to see the little group of people sitting beneath an oak tree. After watching them for a moment she looked back up at him, tilting her head just slightly when he had seemed to turn serious rather suddenly. Had she done something wrong, already?<br/><br/>Evidently not- But the fact that he was telling her this was rather mysterious to her. Surely she hadn't really wanted to go anyways- But wouldn't it be rude not to? "Well.." She didn't finish, not feeling like explaining the fact that she probably wouldn't end up going anyways. Maybe she would. It all depended on what she felt like doing at the time it was taking place. Sometimes she would go to places when she was bored- Other times she would literally refuse to.<br/><br/>"I'm new, yes." Eliabeth answered, finally standing up from where she had still been crouching, giving a little brush off of her skirt before hugging her book again. And at the comment about being more at home with a book then people in general, for her, it couldn't have been more true. "I'm not a first year, first of all," She started, but there wasn't any tone of annoyance in her voice, her tone staying soft and smooth as silk it seemed. "I'm in my second year." She waited a moment, bending down a little while stepping just slightly closer as if to break his gaze with the ground, noticing he seemed to continue getting tense or nervous as if afraid he had said something wrong.<br/><br/>"And, yes, actually. I prefer books over people." She finished with that soft smile of hers still there.