"UGH!" Schwarz gasped as her back hit the deck. She half expected her wings to break, but her aura flared in time, protecting the delicate appendages. She clearly felt her swordwand's silhouette engraved in her waist to which it was strapped. It took her a few seconds to catch her bearings (and breath), before she noticed an arm outstretched to her. The person spoke to her, but she was too focused on her own aches to pay the words too much attention.

Accepting the offered hand, Schwarz pulled herself up. "I am quite fine, thank you. I'm awfully sorry, I wasn't paying attention to the road ahead." she said with a mild head bow. Disgusting. She was far from the high society person she looked and spoke as, but being raised in one such families had that requirement and old habits died hard. Although, she had to admit, if she was grateful for anything to her adoptive family, it was her upbringing and the drill of good manners. Speaking of which, the existence in front of her looked anything but, despite the so far well mannered words. No one she came to know in the high society she grown to despise more with each passing day would have gotten away with that haircut, in fact his appearance was closer to a thug. Then again, her own appearance was as misleading as it could get.

She let go of his hand she didn't realize she kept holding as she focused on her thoughts, once again nodding her head in a silent apology. "Pardon me, do you by any chance know how long is this flight going to take?" she asked, her unnaturally bright red eyes looking curiously at the stranger in front of her.