She watched the girl pleasantly, having ordered a water for herself, since drinking wasn't exactly a top priority right now. "It's not," she said lightly. "But it's a good place to pass time." The girl looked uncomfortable and out of place, which made her assume the girl was new and a refugee or else not accustomed to the club scene at all, and that struck a cord with Justine who wanted nothing more than to protect the women of the world. "Don't leave your glass unattended," she said. "Sometimes someone will drop something into it and it'll be really bad," she gave her a look.
"Oh," and sobered briefly, looking confused. "I didn't introduce myself. My name's Justine.. I'm a refugee here.. from Chicago 2009. It sounds like a year I graduated high school but I didn't." She smiled prettily and pulled her glass of water closer.