[ the observation has zita smiling, and some of the tension and stress she feels begins to melt away. just enough for her to properly appreciate the normalcy of the chat.

she inclines her head in greeting, knowing it's only fair she give her name in return. ]

Zita. I'm Zita Harrington. It's a nice to meet you, Molly. I like to think this makes us friends of sort. [ she hopes. admittedly she isn't very prepared for situations like these. ] Most certainly 'disasters-in-arms', at least?