She could see the moment of questioning in her eyes, that choice between offense and acceptance. Much to Lyanna's relief, she decided on the latter. There was an empty chair nearby, close enough to the dance floor that would offer the woman an excellent view. It was also near to the refreshments, granting her a few short steps, should she wish to eat.

"Here," she said, leading her to the seat. "Forgive my forwardness." She added quickly. "I am Lyanna."