"They really are," Robin replies, a little breathless. "We don't have anything like this, where I'm from. Pegasus and wyvern riders, but..." That bears as much in common with an airship as a horse to a locomotive. Her eyes fix on the city, before she glances sideways at Olivier, and nods once. The blue uniform is hard for her to miss.

Not of this world, from what little she saw, but very military.

"Thank you. I'm Robin," she says, and extends a hand out towards the other woman. Gods, she thought, but that woman was imposing. She almost pulls her hand back as she gets a good look -- but politeness overrides her initial surprise. Hopefully, handshakes are common across worlds. "You're one of the... other Heroes of Light?"