Dyson smiled at the newcomer, nodding his head at her recognition. "That's me," he confirmed, taking a moment to link the name with the girl he'd spoken to on the network when he had first arrived here on the island.
She was prettier than her picture on the network in person, but that seemed to be the norm here. Those pictures were extremely small and photos often didn't do their subjects justice. Dyson took a moment to look her over. Pretty didn't seem to be the right world. Octavia was beautiful. She couldn't be much older than 18, certainly she was younger than Kenzi, but when you'd lived for over 15 centuries, age differences didn't really mean that much. At least, they never had to Dyson.
"It's nice to finally meet you in person," he said, extending a hand toward her in greeting. He supposed he hadn't been quite as sociable as he should have been since being brought to this place. There were a number of people he'd only spoken to on the network without having made a real connection.