The soft words coaxed Sarynne's head back up, blinking slowly at the woman standing beside her. Then it dawned on her, this is the woman who was sitting at the table with that Neil boy, and her face darkened, the blush moving down her neck, leaving her looking sunburnt.<br/><br/>She nodded, scooting the chair back and standing, grabbing up her book and clutching it to her chest like a shield. She shifted nervously, licking her lips and casting tentative glances towards Elizabeth, but mostly studying her feet.<br/><br/>Her throat felt dry, voice cracking slightly when she spoke, "S-Sarynne." If possible, the blush became even darker, the girl clearly no good at social interaction.