Guinevere often liked to wander. It kept her mind at bay especially given her desperate need to be home. Camelot needed her. Now more than ever. However, no matter what she tried, there was no way to get home. There may be magic here, she had figured that out, however that didn't seem to be of any help to return. So she kept busy. She tried to learn the ways of this place and adapt to the new ways of life. The new technologies and what is used by people here. The clothes were also odd to her. They seemed a lot more revealing than what she wore at home. However, after help at the store, she had found items that kept her feeling that the right amount of propriety was being kept. Even so, she more often than not would wear the clothing befitting the Queen she had become, though not always the red dress she was so fond of. Her purple dress, a little more casual, was suitable. So Guinevere was as content as she could be in a place that was so strange.
She wandered slowly towards the beach, hoping to have some clear air to continue thinking. She did also have a few books she had picked up to hopefully help her become a bit more aware. However, despite thinking she would be alone, she saw a figure standing very still. She didn't want to pry but Guinevere was always the compassionate sort and when someone looked like they needed someone to talk to, well, she wanted to be that person. She quietly walked towards the man and stayed a few steps behind so she did not find herself in his personal space.