Anya nods her head softly at Lou's words; figuring the lingering handshake was a test of each other's strength; the Ogress not minding the friendly little competition. "Do not worry, I'm not the kind to start fights." Finishing them, of course, was another matter entirely...
She cocks her head to the side just a little, puzzling over one of the man's words. " "We"? Does that mean this is your season, Lou?" A tall, handsome Spring Courtier? That sounds like a dangerous combination.
Her lips purse slight at the smile, Anya trying to relax a little more as the two make small talk. "Indeed I have. The most popular person here seems to be the woman serving at the buffet." There's a hint of a chuckle, Anya shaking her head softly as she continues. "In truth, no. I have only been here a few minutes; I assume those of importance will soon make themselves known."