Even with the water having mostly drained by the time a woman she doesn't recognize manage to pry the tube open, it's not exactly Phryne's most elegant entrance. True, she manages to not end up falling flat on her feet, but she's damp and still coming down off the edges of her panic and in the middle of an unfamiliar location besides. Still, the other woman is wearing clothes very much like her own, unflattering as the are, and her comment at least implies that she isn't out to directly cause harm. It doesn't do much to suggest that she hasn't been kidnapped to the middle of who-knows-where, but it's at least it's a start.

She does also stumble a little as she finally climbs out of the tube, but she catches herself almost before Peggy can offer a hand, and once she's standing on stable ground she seems to regain a good deal of her composure. Enough that she's not obviously standing on the edge of panic, at the very least.

"It's certainly not the sort of entrance I'd have liked to make."

There's a lingering frustration to her words, but beyond that it's most likely her accent that stands out. It's not one of the ones from Peggy's own country of origin, no. But it's a close cousin, at least, and one that suggests a certain degree of refinement besides.

"But as far as I can tell, yes. Physically, at least."

Mentally... that she'll reserve judgment on until she knows a little bit more about the situation she's in. But she doesn't feel like she's standing on the edge of a mental precipice and that's something.