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Naya, having been headed towards what she thought was relatively empty, nearly jumps out of her skin as she's addressed by the man in the curious, foreign garb. She reminded him instantly of Dravinglov; he looked like he was from the same general area, genetically speaking. It helped ease her into the fact that she had just been addressed by the man.

She was tempted to just leave it alone, ignore him. It was very tempting. But, she came here to help Calvin- and, supposedly, 'loosen up', not that she felt she needed to. So, not wishing to try shouting over the crowds, the Knight makes her way with a lithe grace towards the man, standing across from him at the table.

"Yes," she says, rather bluntly. "A... A Knight. A Friend of mine. Blond, a lot of... bust," she says, pantomiming. Naya was considerably less endowed. "May have arrived up to an hour or so ago." She stares down at the man with an intense gaze. It wasn't intentional, perse, but she felt like she was on a mission.