"Is that the name? I see. Forgive me, I am no expert in precious stones."

Zarya wonders, vaguely to herself, what kind of gem she would be. Maybe a ruby or-- Lapis had called her a Quartz? This culture seems fascinating already.

"Where are my manners? My name is Alexsandra Zaryanova, but Zarya is just fine," she says, holding out a giant hand for Lapis to shake.