"I guess that's true." she muses. She hesitates only another second before she gets up from her perch on the platform and makes a hasty descent down to ground level. There's a sinuous quality to way she moves while she climbs, not unlike curls of smoke or a nosy cat. Once she's low enough she can trust it, she jumps from ladder onto the ground below. It isn't really a performance, but it isn't exactly not one, either.

She marches over to where the other woman waits and holds out a hand in introduction. "I am Inej."