[Darcy's sitting with her knees drawn up to her chest. The C'Meni that helped her with her phone stands nearby, not wanting to leave her just yet. When Thor touches down, the man bows respectfully, and excuses himself.
At the sound of his voice, Darcy perks up, looking up into the general area his voice comes from. His hand covers hers and Darcy jerks a little, startled for a brief moment.] Told you I wouldn't run off. [She gives a bashful little chuckle.]