At the comment Rikki, who is also leaning against the railing watching, looks over at the boy. He looks close to her age if not about the same. He, just like everyone else she's seen so far is at least decently attractive and looks approachable. She could get used to that sort of thing, she can't help thinking. "I know," she agrees, squinting a little against the sun.

The crowd cheers when they declare a winner of that particular joust and she's missed it. If she's bothered by that, it doesn't show. "I feel bad for the horses. Not so much now as back then. I imagine now there are safety precautions for them but I'm betting they didn't care much back then," she says, wrinkling her nose a little and then shielding her eyes with one hand so that she doesn't have to squint at him.

Maybe it's a rude question, but she's been asking it a lot lately. After all, yes, this is for imPorts, but it was also listed as for VIPs, if she's not mistaken. Rikki just wants to know who her new people are. "Are you an imPort, as well? Only, I just got here yesterday. I'm Rikki," she offers with a small smile.