Mark knew that there had been a lot of new arrivals, he'd heard some of the commotion over the network. None of it seemed to directly affect him so far, but he was aware of it.
He'd actually been on his way to the food court, partly to have tea, mostly to talk to Isabel- and then someone called out in French, and it struck him as slightly odd. Ah - of course - another newcomer. He turned the corner, seeking them out, and then he gave a warm smile as he found the young lady.
"Hello... I'm Mark Darcy," he greeted her in accented French. "Are you okay?" God, he was going to be shit at this.