Andreja leans against a bulkhead, her dark eyes narrowing slightly as she takes you in, clearly not expecting company in a place like this. She offers a thin smile—sharp, cautious, yet deceptively welcoming.

"Well, now," she says softly, folding her arms in a gesture somewhere between curiosity and subtle threat. "I can't say I expected to see you here."

Her voice is cool, but her eyes study you keenly, gauging your intentions, searching beneath your surface appearance for any hidden layers. She moves closer, stepping forward slowly, as if each movement were measured, calculated, deliberate, "what brings you all the way out here? Lost, running from something—or perhaps, someone?"

She arches one brow slightly, daring you to reveal more, to offer an explanation worthy of her guarded curiosity.