[Sasha looks over the man with a discerning eye, still fairly on edge from the whole experience. She's met friends under worse circumstances, but she's met plenty of enemies under good ones, so she's not about to assume the best just yet.

Thankfully, the same avenues of escape she's mentally notated before are still the same.

So she just shrugs.]

Usually the loudest ones, yeah. I'm fine. Just not used to being so... notable.

[Finding that she's no longer as easily able to disappear into a crowd just might be the biggest hurdle to Sasha adjusting to the new place yet. She shifts her weight, tilting her head.]

You another one of those Displaced folk?