Jasmine was startled from the book she'd been getting lost in by the sudden appearance of a young man blocking her light. Turning her head to look up at him she let him talk while she studied him. He was cute enough and looked vaguely familiar (had he been in one of the dossiers she'd had to read through, he certainly had the Xantelli look about him) but she couldn't quite place it, and her face was closed and blank for the moment. There was no flicker of recognition in her eyes, just that cold expression women sometimes got when a strange man came up to them unawares.<br/><br/>"Jasmine, Jasmine Solis," she said when he prompted her for her name. Rolling to her side and sitting up she slid her e-reader back into her bag and gave him a gentle smile before waving to the beach around them, "Feel free to settle anywhere you like. It's not my island to tell you no and I don't mind the company of a friendly, attractive, young man any more than the next girl does."<br/><br/>Turning her gaze to check on Cindy a small smile curved her lips. It was good to watch the petite girl frolic in the water, she seemed to happy. It was the sort of happiness she could remember feeling when her parents were alive, and now only faked. Sighing she pulled her knees to her chest and rested her head lightly on top of them, "I'm afraid I'm not really going to be good company though, Richard. I came here to...to get away from reality for awhile," she said in a voice tinged with very real sadness, the loss of her parents still a desperate ache in her heart.