"...All the suffering survivors on the Wasteland are comrades on the same front line. Although we have not fought shoulder to shoulder yet, I believe that a kind-hearted person like you would not refuse to be friends with the people of Poluo Province."
Zayed's mind was spinning rapidly.
Although he hadn't fully recovered from the chaotic crash, he instinctively lowered his stance and awkwardly tried to regain some goodwill from this young girl.
"My name is Zayed... Esteemed Miss Alyssa, I sincerely apologize for intruding upon you in this manner."
Witty humor, while able to dispel awkwardness, was evidently not appreciated.
However, seeing him voluntarily offer his name, Alyssa relaxed her furrowed brows and spoke in a softened tone.
"Alyssa, nice to meet you for the first time... And you are?"
Unexpectedly, this noble lady directed her gaze towards him. Standing behind Zayed, Sava dared not meet those beautiful eyes and stammered.
"I... Vassa."
