Aya was used to being the shortest person in a room. In this case? Well, she felt like she was about six years old. She was afraid to stand up because her ego couldn't handle coming up to this guys knees or such. "Aya" she agreed, offering her hand to the men.

"And you're Braig? One of you is at any rate." That's who Nan was calling anyway. "He...had a rough night?" she offered with a small smile.