Arin took the proffered seat, not allowing any expression of pain to cross her face though perhaps her lips pinched slightly. "It is nice to meet you, Ceara," she said with a dip of her head. "I'm Arina Alexandrova, but please, call me Arin."
Arin's voice was lightly accented, clearly not American but not too noticeably any other language. It was only when she was tired or when she wanted it to that her native Russian slipped through with the velvet edge of v's.
"And, congratulations on your impending nuptials," she said, as the name-change obviously went hand-in-hand with marriage.