"Adric," Furina repeats, taking his offered hand in her own and giving it a good, firm shake. It's not a name that sounds particularly familiar to Furina, but she supposes that if he's not from Teyvat, the name must be one that belong to wherever he is from. "A pleasure, monsieur."

She ducks into a little curtsy. Some of the effect is lost, due to her being as bedraggled and damp as anyone else aboard the ship, but she moves as elegantly as ever. Even a perpetual storm cannot undo five hundred years of skill.

"Allow me to reassure you that we are not the only people here," Furina says. "Though with the track record thus far, I suppose I feel fairly confident in telling you it's highly unlikely anyone else here is from your own home world."