Chase, Faye, Open
Faye half-shrugged and glanced around, allowing her gaze to linger on the first person she saw (aside from him) who wasn't dressed in a costume. "You might want to decide soon," she murmured, stifling a laugh behind a playful smile. "Looks like you're not the only party crasher here."
Of course, it was much more likely - if not set in stone - that there weren't any party crashers. Some people didn't like costumes or bothering with festivities, after all. Or maybe they were too embarrassed to make a fool of themselves. Whatever. She hoped the party wouldn't actually be crashed, but if it was... Well, then she just hoped it was funny. There was nothing wrong with a good laugh compared to the usual torture that happened in their cage.
When he introduced himself, Faye's expression skewed slightly in thought. The name sounded familiar - or at least his first name did. She tilted her head slightly, trying to envision the various angles she may have seen him from if on the network... And then it came to her. Chase. The 'kid' Spike had threatened. The one who'd been poisoned on the old island.
With that thought, she offered a knowing smirk and giggled softly.
"Faye Valentine," she introduced herself. "Y'know, you're typing a lot better lately than when we first met. I'm surprised you didn't meet a horrible death. Not that... you'd have felt it or anything."
Somehow, the topic brought a devilish, teasing glimmer to her eyes. Maybe it just wasn't all that horrible to consider what could have been (at least when it came to someone who wasn't a friend or ally), since she knew it hadn't happened.