Lyra turned about her dark blue dress fanning out behind her as she spun about to face the one who’d bumped into her. She waved her hand in a dismissive gesture. “Don’t worry about it. It’s a party things happen. Anyway yes, I’m Lyra. Nice to meet ya Sally.” She greeted with a smile as she accepted the other girl’s hand to shake before releasing it. The helmswoman gave out the impression that she was very relaxed and that the other woman bumping into her didn’t bother her in the slightest. She was a bit curious about the other girl’s accent though. “Where you from Sally?”  She asked deciding just to be blunt about it to settle her curiosity.