[It was definitely a bad look to start her acquaintances with these House Leaders as well as her fellow... visitor? Helpers? Whichever it was, it was definitely a bad look to start everything off by not starting it off. Her mind is so full of what had just happened in her own world and all the explanations of this one that what she really needs is a few quiet moments to contemplate on them. Not very long of course she is far too used to being thrown into the thick of things with the vaguest of explanations already. It helps that Ophelia isn't much of a party person to begin with.

She had availed herself of the food however and had wandered into this particular small room with a tart in hand. Her scarf was animated as ever and busy flicking whatever crumbs she dropped onto it from her tart off of itself. The brief time apart when she had first awoken where it had thrown all her clothing into the floor in it's writhing anxiety had served to make it a little more docile for the moment.

One of the natives of the world mingling among the rest of them is the first to ask her for a folklore story from her world. The woman who was little more than a mass of brunette curls wrapped up in a scarf seems to look somehow tired at the very thought.]

If I may be honest, I only know one folklore story off the top of my head at the moment. And the last time I told it things went very poorly for me.

[While Ophelia quite doubted she'd be much use in terms of pest control she decided she really ought to at least try. She isn't half the workaholic her husband might be but Ophelia wasn't one who liked to stay idle. Particularly not after the months sequestered to a house and then the further months playing valet. Doing something voluntarily and not under duress sounded almost novel.

In the span of the five minutes she had been here Ophelia had already managed to trip over her own feet at least twice. Her scarf did give one winged rodent a really good slap but that did little but daze the creature. Ophelia is in the middle of adjusting her glasses once more as she ducks beneath one very unhappy flying roden all while speaking up to the person nearest her.]

Perhaps we could design some sort of trap to catch them in? If they like the produce so much we could bait it with that.

[A basic introduction session? Well, there's no harm in that. She doesn't need to hide who she is here.]

I'm from an Ark called Anima. My family is quite loud honestly but I'm used to it. It's more odd to be in quiet spaces than loud and active ones for me... but I've gotten used to the quiet spaces too.

[Want to drag Ophelia into some games during the Celebrations? Have her trip into you while wielding some odd potion? Feel free to toss idea or tags at me! PMs are open for any questions.]