(That's fine. I'm in no rush myself, so definitely take all the time you need to sort out any life priorities and personal needs. They come first, after all! >;D )
The sound of a voice was all it took for the "fire"-headed puff to finally thrust herself upright, in almost a casual, backward flip.
"Huh, me?" Seth answered, with a raised brow, "No sweat, really. I'm fine."
Honestly, she hadn't expected anyone to be here at all after taking the unexpected tumble. And all the energy she could have wasted being startled was already channeled into an escape from having her head in the sand. She could only deduce that maybe, JUST maybe, this was the figure that took her on that previous spin!
Yet... jump to conclusions?
Nahh, she wasn't about that life, so after a brief second or two taken to look over and regain eye-contact with her conversational partner...
"Say, you new here or anything?" She then asked, carrying herself with a mild, confident smirk. "Name's Seth. I protect the Island time to time."
She'd have invited a handshake, but the individual before her seemed to have enough an air of importance looming about that she refrained the... "formality", just in case.
Barely read-able in her composure to the un-trained eye, something within still wanted to comment about that incredible speeding object or individual she just barely glimpsed. She, however, kept that under some wraps until further notice... It was truly fascinating, to say the least, and it made her already nifty Air Ride Machine look far inferior, as compared.