Tara felt herself nodding to what he was saying. Even back in Sunnydale. She hadn't felt as if she had fit exactly. The Hellmouth. It had always felt as if she knew too much, even before meeting Willow and the rest of the Scoobies. Tara had always gotten the sense that seeing too much and refusing to ignore it made her stand out, not blend in with the normalcy. "The unconscious, I've Survived The Weird vibe." Tara joked slighly, even though there was an undercurrent of serious to her tone. Understanding on her features. "You kind of get," she curved her fingers slightly and did a vague motion with them. "hyperaware and a special radar for people like us after dealing with the craziness." And there was a lot of craziness.
When he held out his hand, Tara took it, in a firm but light grip, "It's nice to meet you, Lindsey. I'm Tara."