Nish/Abel
Abel nodded at his name, sipping the champagne flute and somehow managing to not look embarrassed at the ridiculous picture he presented. Things were only as complicated as people allowed them to be, but he reserved his inner commentary for himself. Instead, there was a niggling feeling in the back of his head, something that felt like he'd seen this woman, Nishka, not all that long ago. Not during that brief interaction in their shared hallway, but something else, and something that made his hackles rise.
"I'm not really here for that," he answered, his mouth sliding around a grin. "More just, trying to get to know people. New in town, helps when there's events like this. So why are you rubbing salt in the wound if it's 'complicated'?"