Dar is the one new person Sasha hasn't spoken to yet, and she seems to be looking in Jedao's direction, so that's two reasons to approach her. Sasha wends toward her, whistling a greeting to the mothlings as she passes them.

"Zayit Dar. I am Sasha. Thank you for the spread, it is astonishing."

Sasha hasn't touched the food yet. Prophet's cloak, she ought to know better.