Vivian didn't believe that she could last all too long on her own. She depended on the people who discovered her all to much. She bit her lip when she imagined what it must have felt like to be alone without the solace of a safehouse. Then again, maybe living somewhere without other survivors was solace. But being alone...how could she stand it? Everyone was different, that was for certain. "It must have been scary, but peaceful at the same time. There are no worries about helping others, but then again you don't know where there could be danger since no one else is looking out for you."
The place was beautiful. A sanctuary that kept books secure. In a way, the books were now almost treasures, guilty pleasures and informative pieces never again to be written. They should have almost been treated with delicate care. "I think it's good you found a place here. I'm sure the people will warm right up."
She bit her lip when it came to where she was from. "Las Vegas." Her eyes lit up when she thought about the past there. Though her mother was demanding and her father near absent, she would have given the world to go back in time. "But I moved to New York City when I was accepted into Julliard." She pressed her hands to her chest as if imagining holding her ballet shoes. "What did you study? NYU is quite impressive."