"Oh? You don't know about soul types? Must be from somewhere else..." she mutters, catching herself and her big reaction. Marina bats her eyelashes at Tyler again, but it's more doe-ish this time. It makes her a bit self conscious, rare because Marina is so overflowing with confidence, when she acts too childishly. Growing up how she did, the Great War in Europa, everybody there had to grow up too fast. She doesn't like to seem immature.

Still, she rallies, emboldening herself to speak to him softer and more level.

"It doesn't matter!" A bit astonished still, "I'm so happy to meet you, Tyler, let's be friends." So funny of her to be at this point in a hook up and declare them friends, but that's Marina. She meets someone she likes these days and doesn't want to let them go. Party up!