She pulled up her device to look for the name she was supposed to meet and then looked around, seeing a guy messing with his silverware. Jania moved toward to the table, "Nathan, Right?"
"Sorry if I'm late, I'm Jaina, Jaina Solo" she wasn't sure how to greet him, so she hopes that was good enough. She was raised to have manners, politics, but she had been here too long and was a little rusty with even socializing.