[She offers him a faint smile in return, dispensing with obligatory greetings since he's done the same.]

You hadn't heard of my country before either, so I suppose you can be pardoned.

[Crossing the lobby, she heads to a pair of eight foot tables leaning up against each other and the wall, fingers already curving over one edge.]

She's was born in Sokovia one or two hundred years ago. I'm not entirely familiar with her story but it's my understanding that she performed some miraculous feeding of the city's orphans during a famine or something of that nature.