"I'm fine," comes easily, immediately. There's a genuine smile to back up her claims though, as her neck makes the tilt to look up at this stranger who's expressed his kindness already in more ways than one.

"I didn't realize anyone else would be here at this hour and felt no need to watch where I was going." she says by way of explanation, noting his gaze.

"I'm- Margaery," It's still strange, to have to introduce herself, to realize how much she took for granted when she would roam anywhere and expect to be recognized. But there's freedom, too. Choice. The lack of expectation for what she will accomplish. "I just rift- I rifted?" Her brows furrow in search of a more graceful phrase, before she gives up in the next two seconds. "I arrived just about two weeks ago."