She hops off the table, but misjudges the height of the jump due to her large robe and lands on her rump, stunned for a brief moment before she turns around to answer Freya. "I'm from Cambridge, actually, descendent of a long lineage of doctors and pharmacists.", she says with a wince as she stands back up. "In fact, my family is minor Bretonian nobility, which is why my mother sent me to Rheinland to continue my studies in biomedical engineering. She's afraid that the Gallics would try to come after us or something."
She then approaches Freya, sitting on the table rather than sitting on the chair, her lower back still killing her after the fall, but she gracefully tries to contain her pain. "Instead, I've found the most magnificient people of Sirius, with the most interesting culture and language. Bretonia's working class always was oppressed, but we always were so passive about it. But you? You ACT on it. You go and get what you want! ...And I guess your recruiter on my campus was cute, as well. Too bad he was arrested.", there is a thoughtful hum that comes after this odd declaration.
She then baps her chest and takes a proud stance. It almost looks silly, really. "If medical assistance is what you need, I am Nummer Ein at what I do.", the clear lack of experience the lady possesses about life in general seems to suggest otherwise to anyone with a tiny hint of common sense. "As for this dress, well, it's what I had when I left the campus, actually. I do have some lighter clothings, but nobility needs to distinguish themselves to be able to guide their people. Do you like it? I've got a few more like these, if you'd like to try them on. Maybe I could contact my couturier, even..."
