Ah, I haven't seen this sort of armor before. I'll keep that in mind, though.

[Not that Ariadne ever judges someone by their clothing. Still, she understands what a uniform can mean. She's got her own evil Empire back home, after all.

She decides to get up and move a little closer, heading toward an open seat beside him. Not too close; she doesn't want him to feel uncomfortable. But not far away.

Before sitting, she pauses offering him a little curtsy that makes her rope-like braid swing over her shoulder.]

My name is Ariadne. But you can call me "Airy." Everyone does.