[She does not lift her hand from where it remains poised over the handle of the hunting knife at her belt— or where it's uspposed to be— for the better part of the 'explanation' that is offered her. Only once she is assured that they are honored to have her here and is certain that these hosts show no sign of hostility does she relax, though she frowns as she finds herself ushered through the first steps of becoming acquainted with this place. Nothing here feels right.]

You are prepared to be welcoming people from afar— this is not unusual?

[Her arrival, it would appear, is hardly an isolated incident. The shock is slow to wear off, even as she is lead to the barracks, the sight of which is familiar enough to help her feel a bit more at ease, carefully holding onto the blanket draped around her. Some things are universal, regardless of where you are.]

... thank you. I will take some time to become settled, then become familiar with the outpost. You have been most helpful. Are there others who are newly arrived?

[If you happen to be in the same boat, feel free to cut in and answer that for her!]

[The outpost has many facilities that are worth investigating, but after a self-given tour, Petra finds herself drawn to the training grounds. While the weapons provided are non-lethal and the training swords offered are not quite like the blades she's used to, they'll certainly get the job done— though it's only once she's hefted one to test the weight that she's reminded of how drained she'd been feeling after being pulled out of the water. She's certainly not at full strength.]

I did not expect this to feel so heavy!

[Her remark carries both surprise and disapproval, and she gives the sword an experimental swing. It's certainly not bad, but a blade should feel like an extension of oneself. That is something she's used to feeling regardless of what weapon she chooses, and so she is willing to admit that the problem is not the sword, but her.]

My strength is lacking... this is not making any sense.

[She will look towards whoever happens to be closest, pointing at them with the training sword.]

You! I would like to test myself.

[Training has helped her to work up quite an appetite, and eventually, she finds her way to the mess hall. She takes what's provided without complaint, though she is certainly curious as she sits herself down with her meal and studies it more closely.]

This is... not boar, I do not think, but something similar. I do not recognize it, but it is smelling very delicious! These vegetables are also not quite like those I have seen before, but seem to have been expertly prepared.

[Sampling new dishes had been one of the things she'd liked best about her years living in Fodlan, and seems as though it may be a highlight here, as well.]