She'd seen him around, had heard about him from various people around the Weyr. When she'd looked into the records, she'd known for a fact that she wanted to talk to him. There were just too many ways they were similar to one another - at least on the surface and in just one or two ways - for her to ignore the chance to sit and speak with him.
So when she spotted him in the dining hall upon entering it for a late breakfast, sometime after he would have had chores, she decided she would settle in next to him and perhaps offer her hand (maybe even her shoulder) in sympathy and understanding. She wasn't sure if he would appreciate it, there was no telling how strangers would react to an unknown individual approaching them about such matters, but sometimes it took a stranger to help soothe a broken spirit.
Deciding to forego her meal, for now at least, she simply grabbed klah and mixed it with what she wanted before turning to make sure the young man was still there. Then she watched him for a moment, observing him and his behaviors and appearance before nodding to herself. He seemed like the sort that could use herself. Then again, that could just be what she was seeing; it might be quite the opposite.
Regardless, she was about to find out, as she stepped closer to the table he'd chosen in the corner, her klah being sipped on every few steps. When she reached him, she nodded her head politely. "Daywher Candidate Omiren? Junior Queenrider Dirce. Mind if I have a seat with you for a little while?"