Meeting Amongst Celebrations [Catherine, Caliora]

Her heart felt like it crashed into her ribs with how much that grab spooked her, but she forced herself to remain composed. Swallowing her fear, cooling her breath, she'd make prerogative to pull her hands out of that grasp as quickly and discreetly as possible in order to hide her discomfort. Something was strange about this woman, and she wanted her piece in knowing what it was for sure.

It was hardly a reprieve before an enthusiastic handshake stole away her relief, shoulders stiffening a tad as her eyes burned on that meeting of hands. It felt warm in her grasp, the hands of someone busied for the day. Catherine's own felt like snow wrapped within a cloth, a comfortable level of cold despite the environment and weather.

Her name, she gave it prior; did she speak too softly? She'd clear her throat, "It's Catherine. Pleasure to meet."

She didn't want to give it. Or rather, she was hesitant to. Letting out a brief mutter, "Yeah they sure are cold..."

Looking over at the line in front of and behind them, she was surprised by the amount of people. Did an event end or something? There wasn't this much buzz for this booth earlier... It was just one or two people and then she was up to the front. Well, this place was as busy as she recalled it being...

Her attention firmly pressed back to Caliora as she heard her voice ask a question. Was this some kind of dissection? Or was she just asking her a normal question. Just answer, it's less suspicious,

"Business matters. Company has a stall set up someplace to sell some weapon or hollow-themed trinkets and give out advertisements," A shrug came to her shoulders, "Dumb, but I guess it gets the name out."

Looking to her again, not seeming to quite meet her eyes, she'd finally prompt, "..Feel like we've met before."

The subject directed her gaze to some who were having fun with the festivities, flowing fabrics all around with nicely crafted outfits that she had admired for the technical design, but she'd shake her head and instinctively give herself a light hug, "I don't like showing my body off like that. It isn't something anyone has to see."

What does being a 'party type' even mean? She was doing fine, was she giving the opposite impression? There didn't feel to be much need to be all boisterous and celebratory, hardly wanted to spend her energy on something like that especially since she was on day five of being awake. It was rough keeping herself going all the time, but it was better than sleep. Significantly better.

"..Yeah, i've been fine," She wasn't sure if this was a lie the woman was rolling with, or if they actually met prior, but she couldn't help but feel that familiarity, "...Wasn't it a few years ago? I think my hair was shorter back then."

A gentle 'blegh' face was made in reaction to the idea of even wearing those thin garments. She'd want to look over an outfit solely for educational purposes in light attire knits but no further. Holding an arm, she looked on the rest of the line.. They were almost to the front.

"Huh?" She seemed genuinely confused by the sentiment; treat her to a sandwich? She had the money for it... Why would this lady want to buy it for her? Was she really so friendly, or was she just trying to get her to drop her guard faster over food? Whatever, she was still hungry and no way was she fighting a chance at free food she knew was safe to eat.

"..Nah, I just feel off tonight. If I was slow, i'd be dead forever ago," A murmur left her lips, thinking hard back on what she could recall of those perilous times. With the offer of wanting to hang out with her for the night, well... She was awful curious of what this lady was, and if she was bad news she'd just dip, "Fellas can manage it on their own, I did my part hours ago. If anything it was probably their attempt at sneaking me into taking a load off for the night."

Clicking her teeth, her arms were folded, "..Might as well try to have, fun."

Something that caught her interest? Well, food was definitely out - that was a typical thing goers went for, especially in countries they weren't native for such as herself, but the looks of many of the booths or vans made her skin crawl; it was hardly a logical thing to concern about, but all she could think about were the procedures of cleanliness being neglected. Outside of observing the craftsmanship, outfits were firmly out - she didn't feel like she should be dressing up like that, plus some of the material looked a bit itchy.

"..Maybe a contest or something," She figured she'd outpace others into the affair not being incredibly fun, feeling reluctant but ultimately defeated into trying something new. If she wanted this woman to be any manner of cordial or willing in coughing up more details about what she is, she had to get on her better side, "Don't be shocked if I trivialize it, though."