"Well, hell," Hannah commented after swallowing her bite. "You're all kinds of fucked right now, then, aren't you? Unless you came with your bff." They were all strangers; he'd have to learn how to get great with people he didn't know well or just be an antisocial fuckhead. She was totally okay with being antisocial and surfacing for interaction only when she felt like it. Or rather, mose people couldn't handle her particular brand of interaction, which she was also okay with.
Like her extreme penchant for profanity. Didn't matter if it was necessary or not, it was fun to say.
"So where are you from?" she asked. Not that she cared, but fuck, she was clearly going to have to carry the conversation. "You sound kind of like a hick, but not quite as hick-like as I'd imagine someone from Alabama or Georgia or some shit to sound like. Come on, man. Work with me here.