Veronica felt mildly self-conscious about her ensemble, but just barely. Her slippers were goddamn adorable, and no one could argue that.
"I just want it to stop before midnight, because I didn't sign up for that crap," she mused.
Veronica was good at reading people. Always had been. And something was not okay here. She couldn't really push it overtly, because she wasn't this girl's friend.
"Hi. I'm Veronica. And these are my kitty cat slippers," she said.