[ the exhale of relief that rushes out past her lips is audible, her shoulders sagging towards the ground as she peeks up at her savior, a beautiful woman who....apparently seems to know her? ]

You...you know me? [ wait, that isn't right. no, no, back up, try again. she clears her throat, waves one hand grandly. ] I-I mean, of course you know who I am. Who hasn't heard of the great Furina de Fontaine, the Hydro Archon, beloved both on the stage and off?

[ well. ex-hydro archon now, technically, but no sense in belaboring that point. in any case, don't mind if she takes hold of that offered hand and pulls herself back to her feet, dusting off her shirt and shorts. ]

Unfortunately, I've granted so many audiences and met with so many adoring fans over the years that I find I can't quite place your face. If you wouldn't mind refreshing my memory, Miss....?