No one said you had to feign interest in me personally, dear. After all, we aren't living through our characters, that would just be silly. 
Petra, snatching up the opportunity to remove herself from Shoan's somewhat awkward attentions, sidled up to Enzeru and surveryed his offerings. Picking out the best looking apple she could find in the bunch, Petra thanked him and dropped back from the group to enjoy it alone. She hadn't realized how hungry she was.
As she munched gratefully on the fruit, Petra let her feet wander from the path the group was taking and explored the woods around them, keeping the voices of her companions distinctly audible as she strolled lazily through the brush. The sun was warm and inviting on her face and, clearing her mind, she listened intently to the ceaseless banter of her company intermingled with the distant cries of some great bird of prey, the whirrings of a thousand leaves in the breeze, and the clatter of millions of tiny insects below her feet.