Stavanger Bay atop sins towered heaven high for me

The woman's touch lingered, and Rosalyn stepped back, once again leaving a bit of grounding space between them.  It was good to hear she was settling in well, and she wondered briefly who among their motley crew the woman had met with.    Likely she was already mingling as her given trade deemed necessary, and she caught the brief notion that perhaps she should worry about her own position once more.  

"Rosalyn," she responded, a bit distracted, but then focused on and shook off her thoughts for the time.  She'd never enjoyed worrying, and rarely had the patience for it.  "Yours?" She asked, realizing she'd never gotten one back either.  Way to welcome committee, there, second.