Noting the girl emerging from the fog, Vikta gives a coy smile as she finalizes the adjustment to her armor fittings... "Don't be shy, luv... it's all us ladies here."  She gives the black-haired girl a complete appraisal with her eyes, not exactly subtle about it... "You're in good company,"<br/><br/>She steps closer to the rising girl, offering one long-fingered, gloved hand... her flickering blue half-elf eyes shine with warmth, though a hint of wariness remains, and her non-proffered hand rests close to a dagger's hilt, ready to let slip if need be.  "Though, I presume that, like us, you don't know exactly how you wound up<i>in</i>that company."