[still staring at him, Fan pursed her lips in consideration. he was... mm. everyone here was kind of frustratingly kind, weren't they? and then there was her, and if she hadn't met with Dohalim at just the right time...

well. that doesn't matter.]

Allen. That's fine, I don't really care. [blunt, dismissive. she even waves a hand, head shaking.]

Fanerel Zesmir, Fan's fine if that's easier. And you don't have to apologise. I should have looked around before settling in.

[it's hard to say if she's annoyed or just aggressive and unsure how to respond to him. both, maybe. truthfully, she's mostly annoyed at whatever is making her still act like a cat.]