Nyx & Beatrix
Beatrix wasn't in her element. Not here. But Nyx seemed to be fitting in fine, so she'd hovered a bit before finding a corner to sit herself in.
The general was great with interacting with soldiers and was used to entertaining small talk with members of the court, but was not much for social outings she wasn't in charge of protecting. These weren't her soldiers and this was not Alexandria castle. This was a hotel on an island in an unfamiliar land. But the people here seemed very eclectic in their style, way of speech, and mannerisms.
She'd been practicing all the things that Nyx had taught her about the device known as a computer, but she'd yet to seek him out about the other one. The phone rested on the satchel attached to her belt. As most of her wardrobe, it was split for ease of use in battle. Instead of her usual white, she was wearing brown. Last thing she needed was for someone to spill something on her first night out.
Wandering back over with a glass of questionable contents, she stopped beside him. "It isn't so bad, really."