Saraline blinked a little as her mind adjusted to the native tongue that was different to the Asgardian one she was used to. Her gaze fell to the now conscious man she had almost killed. Her cheeks flushed as she watched him. She figured she probably looked strange, which snapped her back to reality. 

"Are you alright?" She asked, partially ignoring his initial question, "I would hate to have inadvertently killed someone. That would ruin my day."

She continued talking about random things between touching the lump on his head gently and checking the distinctively attractive features of the man. After a few minutes of the randomness, her mind focused and reminded her she hadn't introduced herself. Blushing red in embarrassment, she bit her lower lip.

"My apologies sir, I forgot you had asked me that. My name is Saraline, daughter of Nicholas Lokison. I am really sorry that my arrival injured you," she said, offering her hand to not only shake but to assist him up as she rose to her feet.

She smiled warmly to him, her angelic features lighting up with the soft bow of her lips. Her auburn hair cascaded over her shoulder in its now loosening braid, adding a wild quality to her look.