Mia smiled warmly. Normally, she'd be straight up and trying with all her might to help the girl pop the cork, but her broken limbs kept her anchored to her wheelchair.
The salty sea wind tossed her hair about, whipping through the black locks. With a small toss of her head, she flipped disheveled hair back into place.
"I'm Mia, nice to meet you, Alisa." She mused happily, nodding in place of a handshake. "You don't find many bottled notes these days... I wonder what it says?" She asked, curiously eyeing the green tinted bottle.