Audrey kept back while the two of them had their moment, her hands pinned between her knees and her feet propped against the back of the shelf, her head down so she wasn't looking directly at them. She'd walked in on enough awkward situations to know how to behave in them anymore, and at least this wasn't as awkward as those had been - there wasn't anyone yelling at her to get out this time, which was a significant improvement on the last few times. That was something.
She glanced up when Jughead and Betty parted, a bit of fringe hanging in front of her face and a blank look on her face, trying not to give anything away. Betty was pretty. She was the kind of girl Audrey would have gotten some stupid crush on back home. Prim, put-together, all pastels and a hint of fraying perfection. It was about as far on the opposite side of the spectrum from Audrey as someone could get, but that was how it had been with Emma too. That had gone well, too. That crush had a body count.
Audrey shoved her hair out of her face and slid down off the shelf, offering her hand to Betty in return. "Audrey Jensen," she said. "And yeah, shit's weird here. It doesn't get less weird, don't let anyone tell you any different. Between the scientists and the other specimens and the super-people sometimes forgetting there are actual civilians here, it's a mess. But we'll get you settled in as much as possible. That's sort of the primary function of the squads - at least that's what they like to propagandize, anyway."