Crisis despised any sort of formal gathering, anything on the social agenda of upper class gave her the creeps, but she was hella interested on the new people, from "the future"? She by rule believed in absolutley nothing,ever. But such thing didn't stop her from being curious.
She arrived a bit late and picked a cup of punch on her way, to where? anywhere really, just somewhere. She spiced it up with a bit of her ever reliable firewhiskey and looked around, many strange faces. Then she saw one that interested her, a sweet femenine face, and she might be from "the future"... Crisis could always use some fun.
"Allright 'here sweethert?" Her accent was hard to decipher but she made an effort, the girl was sort of cute, without giving it much thought, she swung her arm over her shoulders and gave her a sort of cocky smile.