Hazel jumped at the clattering in the kitchen. [u]Don't mess anything up in there...[/u] She thought possessively. She couldn't help it. Once she cooked in a kitchen, she had it marked as hers. It was ridiculous, she knew, but every single other cook she knew did it, too. 

"Abby. Makaya." Hazel said quietly, trying to commit the names and faces to memory. She was a little nervous she would call someone by the wrong name, there were so many new people. 

"My flight was alright. I slept a lot of the way, did some reading. Nothing exciting, which is exactly how I like my plane rides. If something exciting happens on a plane, it either means joining the mile high club or an engine going out, and neither sound particularly comfortable. How about you? Paulie, is it?" Hazel turned to look at him her from spot on the floor.