Astrid had never been much of a stranger to airports and planes, and she knew plenty about jet lag, but she'd never really had to deal with jet lag in a way that really mattered. Poets who moved with their daughter to Europe on a whim didn't exactly keep a set schedule. It was early on the east coast when she arrived; it had been even earlier in California when she left. She had sort of planned to get some people-watching sketching done, but now she was just sort of hoping for a nap if she got to the waiting lounge early enough before the shuttle to the new school showed up.

"....whoa."

That was....a lot of glitter.

Astrid just sort of stared at it in a moment of sleepy fascination before she shook her head, gave an idle look around the room, and started to lug her well-traveled suitcase to a well-lit corner where she could just sort of watch everyone while they waited, maybe pull out her sketchbook, maybe just nap and hope someone woke her up when the bus got there.

For a brief second, Astrid seemed as startled at someone talking to her as she had been about the glitter.

"It's..."

Probably overcompensating? She thought about Starr taking her shopping, about her getting all gussied up to go to church.

"...definitely eye-catching," she decided. That seemed...more kind than it deserved.