Erin and Chris
Whereas he might have looked familiar, Erin didn't. That might have possibly been because Chris was fully invested in helping Arcelia for the play, buried in various fabrics and generally making it his current life's work. He was practically a hermit.
"Christopher," he smiled, taking her hand and not commenting on the coldness. His was probably average warmth with many material burns. "I haven't seen you around. But then that's nothing new, really, I haven't seen half of these people before." It was a habit of his to try and tone down the highly formed English accent when first meeting people because in his home town everyone said he sounded Toffy - an insult if ever there was one. "You enjoying the party?"