[ if zita could curtsey in reply, she would in a heartbeat. the debris around them and the risk of her skirts getting caught in the rubble (thankfully) stops her.

for now she settles with a nod of her head and a smile forming on her lips. ]

I would love that, Lady Mary. It's always an honour to speak with someone from somewhere new and learning something about their lands.

[ and given their current circumstances - as they wait for the head to make their way to inspect the belongings - zita is sure she'll learn something new from lady mary and her world. ]

[ ooc; we can have it fade to black here if you want! i can't wait for them to interact with each other again. :> ]