As worried as she might be about getting back to where she'd been before, Freya still couldn't help but be awed at the city around her. Wherever she'd been taken to, at least it was a pretty sight...even if pretty sights weren't exactly the most consoling of things at the moment.

She might have been nimble on her feet otherwise, but there were just so many people around here that it was near impossible to avoid them all; this was further proven by someone bumping into her. Freya stumbled once and then whirled to face the other woman, her mouth half-open as if she was about to say something to her. If she was about to say something, then it never came, especially after Briar Rose started speaking.

"I've already had to make my way through the crowd outside, so I can sympathize," the Burmecian replied, nodding slightly. "Don't worry about it too much."

Out of the corner of her eye she saw the tall, blue-haired man. She shot a quick glance in his direction, but nothing more than that at the moment. It was mostly to show that she knew he was there, since it seemed like he was looking back at her - or in her general direction, at least. She wasn't surprised, since she realized that there were bound to be some people here who stopped to stare at her...especially if they'd never seen anybody like her before.

"..."

She turned her attention back to the woman. "And you may call me Freya."