Abigail and Bast
Abigail was a bit surprised at the nickname. She didn't see herself as the cute and cuddly kitten type, mainly because of the things she'd seen and done in her dreams. She thought it tainted her somehow, though she knew it wouldn't be obvious by looking at her, not with her scars covered up. She returned the woman's smile with her one of her own.
"Hi." She said and shook her head. "Not really. I've seen some of them around campus. And I've probably talked to a few of these people online, on the network. That's where I heard about the party, on the network." She extended her hand for the woman to shake. "I guess I'm kind of lost too. I'm Abigail."