Yasha takes a moment to realize she's being given an introduction. 'Reviving'? So strange that this (and she is casting a sideways glance to a couple who are egging one another along nearby to try one of the other contraptions) is... is what? Revival magic? She is not the sort to wrap her head around those big concepts, even though the robots she had been greeted by on the beach had been very thorough with their explanations.

She gently raises a calloused palm, grateful for the smile though she doesn't directly realize it. "Yasha. Um... Do you want to... go?" Not on the metal bull, though she realizes a moment later that she's being ambiguous and she all but ruffles her mass of graying hair at the realization. "Somewhere out of the way, I mean? I'm not. This isn't..." Colette seems too good-natured and youthful for all of this, surely.