[ She nods; it has been a blessing none of the native residents are questioning this particular group. None seem to be from Eorzea or Norvrandt, but like she and Ardbert, most of them of are fighting a bit of an adjustment period.

She makes her way down the rows of blankets to the spot where she's been sleeping. It's against a wall in an out of the way corner, in a spot most of the others seem to have avoided because it's next to one of the broken windows and a bit more exposed to the elements. It certainly isn't private, but it's about as isolated as one can get in an open space. ]

It's a bit like camping, in a way. [ The sleeping in the dirt portion of it, at least. And she does have a view out to the unfamiliar stars. ]

I'll find you a blanket. ... And maybe some food? [ Surely he would need to eat in his present state? ] Oh! And I'll go talk to the man helping people get sorted to temporary jobs. You could come, if you'd like. Or you can stay and get your bearings, whichever is easier.

[ It's a lot all at once, and just a tad overeager. She's just trying to keep herself moving forward. ]