(Sansa is not one to ask for help, not any longer, but this man seems to be friendly on the surface. She hands him her device and stands back against the wall, smiling a bit as she has seen others do when they capture their faces for display. It's a strange custom, doing this, but she guesses it is no stranger than a Northern habit of saying words before a tree or a Southron habit of throwing a feast or a ball for any event, no matter how trivial. She will adapt. She always does.)

Am I in frame properly?