The smile that curled her lips was more mechanical than sincere, an autonomous reflex more than anything. And easily just as fake as the one being offered to her in turn.
"Alex, please. And you are Alyssa if I am not mistaken? The pleasure is all mine, of that you can be sure. He speaks well of you, what little we've had to catch up, at least."
Angling herself slightly, Alex perched herself on the corner of Karl's desk, analyzing the girl and trying to see what exactly it was about her that seemed to have caught her brother's attention to the extent of keeping up a 'mortal' facade.