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(interacting first with [@ayzrules], then [@Bloonewb])

Genevieve considered her answer carefully—though Mai's own admission at taking some time to adjust to Aciras made her a bit less self-conscious. "I don't think I've been here long enough to get much of an impression," she said, "though you are right about the weather being different. On the warmest days of the year, most parts of Maris don't break out of the low twenties—that's...probably the low seventies here." She paused. "[i]Do[/i] Acirans use the metric system? I can't believe I didn't think to check."

Her smile returned, and she shook her head. "Not that it matters. They're just two ways of saying that there's a reason my country produces so much wool."

Her brain was searching for a clever segue when there was the unmistakable sound of her own name being called out in a booming, unfamiliar voice. Genevieve froze, momentarily startled and suddenly very aware of Christopher standing behind her, poised for a threat, however unlikely. She turned, looking for the source of the cry, and found it because several other faces had turned in the same direction. 

It was at least mildly better than finding all of those pairs of eyes turned on [i]her[/i].

Now looking decidedly abashed was a man she faintly recognized, pressing his hand to his forehead as another woman—whom, Genevieve supposed, could be easily mistaken for herself, if a person didn't have a clear idea what herself looked like—retreated. Genevieve wasn't one-hundred percent certain of the man's identity, but she thought she had a good guess—a social butterfly, she was not.

To Mai, Gen offered a small, quicky smile and a head-tilt of apology. "I'm so sorry," she murmured. "Would you excuse me for a minute?"

She didn't wait for an answer, quickly but carefully making her way toward her possible acquaintance. [I]Gods,[/I] he was tall, putting even Mai Mei's spiked heels to shame. Gen herself was not particularly short, but she found herself quite dwarfed.

"Excuse me," she said, "but is there any chance you're looking for me?"