[i]For a moment, Irina thought about it, before simply leaning down to the barren ground and beginning to write out her name. If only she knew of why Alyssa was doing this...she'd laugh if she could. After a moment, she rose back up, handing the paper right back to Alyssa. It read...[/i] [b]Thank you, truly. I am Irina. It is a pleasure to meet you. Care for some practice? As in sword fighting, sharpshooting, or perhaps simply combat? I'm a little rusty myself. :)[/b] [i]Irina drew a small smiley face at the end, seeking to be...more friendly.[/i]