He was..nervous? Luljeta leaned in slightly to hear his name. "Isaiah." She let it settle on her tongue. It was a nice name. One she hadn't heard before. Of course, she didn't know many people. Reclining back into her seat, Luljeta picked at the food in front of her. She wasn't particularly hungry. Who would expect her to be? She started, however, at his question. How was she<span style="font-style: italic">feeling</span>? It was unexpected. Her dark eyes narrowed just slightly. She was trying to read him, but it was difficult. Not only for her lack of social interactions, but he seemed fairly stoic. Of course, first impressions were not always correct.<br/><br/>"I'm...feeling well." The woman spoke carefully. She was unsure what to say, unsure what<span style="font-style: italic">exactly</span>she felt at the moment. Luljeta blinked as she looked at her plate. She was trying to assess herself. It was difficult. At a young age she had been taught, trained, to deny her feelings and instincts, especially those of self preservation, for the good of humanity. If her feelings got in the way of her goals...by all rights, things wouldn't end well. For anyone.<br/><br/>If Luljeta had to pinpoint her strongest emotions...she was anxious. A lot seemed to be riding on her. There was a bit of jealousy there, which surprised Luljeta. Perhaps not jealousy, but longing. Luljeta risked a looked into the crowd. Her eyes were drawn to the older women, dancing and laughing. Surely they had children, families. Yes, longing. Longing for age, experiences. "And yourself, Isaiah? How are<span style="font-style: italic">you</span>feeling?" Luljeta knew the basics in small talk and interacting with others, even if she was a bit awkward and unpracticed.<br/><br/>Luljeta leaned forward to hear the man's voice over the crowd, but they seemed to get louder as he tried to speak. Her name was being chanted on their lips. There was a small frown upon her face. The officiator approached and spoke in her ear. Luljeta excused herself and went to the edge of the podium, where she was met down and into the crowd who scrambled to touched her. It was a bit...overwhelming. She had had limited contact with people her entire life and now she was surrounded. Luljeta did her best to stay kind and keep a smile, but it was hard. She felt a little cornered.