Re: On the shore: Marta / Ronan
Marta was understandably distracted by the antics of the dog coming onto the blanket near her, her smile still lingering as she watched the performance. There was something calming about it, not that she would normally put 'calm' alongside dogs in her mind. But she wasn't entirely sober, and it put enough distance to her thoughts that the canine-based anxiety she so often had was absent for the moment.
"I don't mind," she replied, watching the roll and the belly-up offer, and then (when solid body encountered her bare foot) she reached out her hand to work it beneath the dog's head, finding an ear to scritch behind. It took a few seconds of that before the man's accent finally caught her attention as somehow familiar, and she looked up at him again. She knew better than to stop the petting, and kept her fingers working as she tried to place face and voice and then name. But nothing was making the connection in her mind, so she simply nodded. "I'm Marta."
It took her another minute to kick her brain into gear a little more. "Did you want to sit?"