The girl's polite manners were unexpected, but it was a nice surprise. "Well Ms. Reynolt my name is Atma Pratima. And I want the whole story please. I don't like not knowing details. It bugs me. So let's find a table so you can tell me the story and get something to eat if you haven't eaten yet." Atma started to walk to an empty before he realized she might need help to find her way there. So he walked back to her said, "Uhm, grab on to my shoulder or something so I can guide you to the table if you need help. I don't know if you need it though because you've survived this long but I thought I'd be nice and offer anyways." Atma felt like an idiot offering his help and she hopefully wouldn't be offended if the help wasn't needed. Holding his breath, Atma waited to see what she would do.