"I'm Lily, from England." Which did not sound nearly as stately as Hendrik of Heliodor, but if that was how customary introductions went for him, she was glad to accommodate and follow suit. "We both helped Eleven, the night of the siege I think, he's mentioned you before, it's nice to meet you." Even if they were meeting for the first time under such grim circumstances.

She glanced briefly in the direction of some of the ghosts, focusing on them while trying to ignore the loathsome sight of the blood rain - an impossible task, as it was everywhere. "Have you taken to speaking with any of them?" Lily posed the question in a quiet voice, turning her attention back to the knight she was meant to spend this portion of the evening standing guard with.

"There are a few now that know me enough to say hello, but it's very strange, isn't it?" Lily shook her head, realizing the slight tangent she had let herself go on, and shrugging sheepishly. "Ghosts aren't like this where I'm from, to say the very least."