Rozmonda blinked as an attention-grabbing sigh, well, got her attention. Looking down she noticed the short girl that was to be her partner, having slipped in through the crowd to find her without the red-head spotting her. It seemed her idea of herself being far easier to find than the other way around had been spot-on after all. When the young girl started talking and made the effort to crane her head back to look her in the eye, it made a good impression on the skeptical redhead.

"Lexie? Cute nickname." Rozmonda commented, taking the younger and smaller girl's offered hand in hers for a light and friendly handshake. "Only a few days? Well, you're rather lucky to get a partner that's been here awhile, I'd say."

Pulling her hand away, she crossed her arms lightly under her chest once more. Tilting her head to the side slightly, drumming her fingers across her upper arms in thought, she took a moment to give her new partner a once-over. Although assessing the short girl's sense of style and mannerisms, she was also mulling over the bit of concern about Aether. In truth, Rozmonda had never managed better than the most basic of connections with someone, so she was hardly well-versed in her own abilities either.

"You're even cuter than you are in the picture." She concluded with a small laugh, giving a nod of approval, and not showing any of the inner musings that were on her mind. Motioning for them to make their way to the exit, she continued their conversation as she led her young partner to their dorm. "How is America?"

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Sora offered a polite, shallow bow to return the stiff greeting of her located and identified partner. It was only natural for someone in such a situation to be stiff and nervous, so she refrained from making any preliminary assessments of his personality. Well, beyond the fact that he appeared to be a well composed person that, for whatever reason, handled their introduction in a stiff manner. She was rather curious about it, now that it had come to mind, but she forced herself to focus on the task at hand.

Motioning for them to leave and find their way to their dorms, she began to walk at a measured pace. With a slight incline of her head in his direction, she made an attempt at conversation by posing a question.

"Olivier de Plancy?" She repeated his name. "Are you from Europe, or simply of European descent? I would guess as to the specific region, but I'm afraid I'm not familiar enough with European name structure."

As she said that though, she was thinking over what little she did know about it. She outright doubted it was German, Spanish, or Russian, though that was based solely on names from those countries that she had read in books. For that matter she was fairly certain it wasn't Irish, since they used 'Mac' and 'O' prefixes attached to surnames. So she could narrow it down to perhaps Italy, Britain, France, and quite a few more as likely candidates.

Of course, it was also possible that he simply had a name native to a different country than the one he was from.