Melinda nodded, smiling a little at the introduction. "And you, Felixa. I've heard a lot about you." Actually, she'd heard almost nothing about her. Each others' love lives were kindof a touchy subject recently. But that was the sort of thing you said to your twin brother's girlfriend.
Man, Melinda wasn't good at social situations where she wasn't allowed to hide or punch anyone. Did they feel as awkward as she did? Suddenly she wanted a smoke, itching for something to do with her hands, but she studiously kept them where they were. Melinda knew it was probably just her own social anxiety making this situation weird, and it wouldn't do to give herself away and make it that much worse. If there was one part she could play, it was "brick wall," giving away nothing. Of course, Marek would see right through it -- he didn't need facial expressions to know what she was feeling -- but there wasn't a lot she could do about that.