She's got a drink in one hand and her sandals dangling by the straps from the other. She'd rather feel the sand between her toes right now. Various parts of her toga are tucked up here and there, although whether that's to keep it out of the sand or to show off her legs isn't readily apparent.

She hadn't expected the stranger to address her, but she figures that's what happens when you're at a party and you get this close to someone else. She looks wistfully out over the ocean in front of them. "Home. I figure it must be out there somewhere, even if we can't get to it."