Grainne stared in slight astonishment before she started to take in the situation. Normally people don't approach her in such a manner, unless they want something, fewer still with such a manner. Still, something about it was familiar, and brought her to mind the early days on Quadratus.

One, she was being approached unsolicited by an humanoid alien. At least that is what she assumed from the implants and the unusual name. Two, considering the clumsy approach and Seven's face looking like she had tasted bad ale, it wasn't entirely by her will, someone was urging her interaction with others.

Suspicious, Grainne gave the room a careful look around. She spotted a man at a distant table watching Seven with entirely too much interest, munching on pop-- Okay, she definitely knew what that meant. Her guess seemed much more plausible now.

All of this assessment took seconds, Grainne grateful for once for her Servant abilities though to someone like a Borg it was plainly visible, and then she smiled and held out her hand. It wouldn't be her first rodeo, thank Quadratus, but she had a bit of something different in mind, if her hunch was correct.

"I am Grainne. Pleased to meet you, Seven of Nine. Your mentor seems to have thrown you into the deep end, so to speak." She hesitated here on purpose, mischief lighting up her eyes. "I mean, assuming that strange man over there is. Is he your mentor, or just an enormous lech?"

And if it wasn't... Oh well.