"Oh, I'm sorry," Nevenka said, her smile brighter now as she stood up from behind her little makeup table and approached the blonde. "We sometimes get the occasional lost soul finding their way back here. Cordy, it's a pleasure to meet you. I'm Nevenka, and you can call me Nev, or Venka if you like. Truthfully, I'll answer to almost anything."
(It had been strange to Nevenka how Nev been picked up as her nickname so early on. In Serbia it had always been Venka, and no one around her had used the first part instead, not until she'd left those Slavic regions.)
As they shook hands, Nevenka briefly covered them both with her other hand, a warm gesture of welcome, before releasing her. She could tell instantly that Cordelia was a shifter, although what kind she couldn't be certain. "Have you just started?"