Lorna was seated easily there... Her eyes were closed as she rested her chin against her arms. The sounds of the ocean were soothing. They certainly helped put her at ease. Her body was relaxed, she was just taking it all in... It was in this moment that she would hear a voice breaking into her silent. Sitting up, she looked up to the see the man standing there... 


Obviously, he was not there to harm her. He had seen her and approached her, nothing wrong with that, right? Of course not... When he spoke, she noted his accent... Not English, certainly not Irish... Scots. Running her eyes across him quickly, she nods as she moves to stand up, her hands brushing the back of her dark brown skirt... 


"Aye... Breathtaking... Haven't seen a sight like that since leaving home."


It was true, her time in England had been in London, which offered no view of the ocean. London was cluttered and there was too much going on, she did not like it, but then again, a lot of it was the way she was treated because of where she was from. Her voice was light and easy on the ears, the Irish accent playing easily against her words. 


It was then that a thought occurred to her. Did he own this part of beach somehow? Had she trespassed onto his plot of land? Widened eyes looked up at him, they were a light sparkling shade of green... 


"I am not on your bit of property, am I? I apologize if I am, I didn't know."