[ It seems the custom, from Yuri's experience, to welcome new arrivals with feasts. As a man who appreciates a good one of these, as well as recalling vividly how it was to be new, Yuri had seen fit to attend. He's idly watching the crowd from a nice, quiet distance when he's addressed, attention flicking up to the fellow so politely asking to sit. ]

So long as you're not perching on me, it's free real estate. [ He waves a casual hand at the open seating at his side. ] Take your pick.

[ It isn't as though Yuri is lord of the chairs, but he's quite certain no one would fault the fellow for sitting in one space or another, though he did look uncomfortable. Pointedly so. A small wonder, for the coating of earth he still bears is a mark of his newness. Yuri didn't much enjoy it either. ]

...You want a hand with that situation first, though?

[ By way of illustration, Yuri gestures to, well, the fellow's present condition. ]