Trista smiled softly, "Just be careful and remember to close them before it gets too dark out. Wouldn't want to wake up overly cold or with a room full of bugs," she'd seen it happen before and it wasn't pleasant. She kind of wished that the hotel had screen doors for the balcony, but they didn't.<br/><br/>A slight giggle escaped her throat when she saw him put his hand out. Not able to shake his hand easily with her own, she shook his hand with one of her fingers, "I'm Trista," she said in a light voice, "I guess you can figure out that I live here," it would be hard to find a girl of her size that didn't live on this island. Trista was a bit of a ditz sometimes, but it worked in her favor most of the time. With the kind of life that she lived, it was okay to be a little odd once in a while.<br/><br/>"Are you planning on going down to the beach party later?" it wasn't a requirement that the guests go, "If so, I can walk down there with you," or carry him. Most people felt bad about being carried around, but Trista didn't mind it one bit. That's one of the reasons she was here after all. Personal space didn't exist to her anymore.