The stranger's accent was like a siren's call to Vivian who's head tiled to the side for a moment in curiosity. She knew it was a silly thing to be "that girl" who loved to hear a foreign accent, but his was quite pleasant to hear once coming from a trip from hell. On the plus side, he didn't scold her for being careless and she sneaked a relieved breath. "I'm..I'm fine. Thanks. You?" She extended both her hands out for a moment before she folded her arms, nervous, unsure of what to do with them. This was one of those moments where she was grasping at straws when it came to say something. But she, by default had a smile on her face.
Her eyes made patterns on the floor before she spoke up once more. "Am I in the way? Because I can move." Not that there the impossibility that he could just veer himself around her. She bit into her lip, telling herself that she had better find something better to say.
"I don't think I've seen you here before. But then again, sometimes I come in here, then dash right back outside if people need something." In her head, she was playing a guessing game. Not just about where he was from, but if he was immune. She had never really encountered all too many. Maybe once when a woman her age used her sniper to shoot the runners after Vivian. She was nice and this fellow didn't come off as someone to avoid. Then again, being polite might have seemed like an obligation. Or the person was in a good mood.
She thought to much about someone and their thoughts. She ran a hand through her dark colored hair and almost laughed at herself.