Angie blinked in bewilderment as the girl hurried out. Bit rude, she was just trying to help. She moved her blank, rather surprised stare to the woman who walked in and spoke. She looked her over, a very slim figure, for a moment she looked a little jealous, she looked beautiful, if not a little shaken up. She immediately felt a little nervous, fiddling with her bag strap. “Not sure what’s up with the girl, it’s a lot to take in for such a young person, though.” She eyed her up “But needless to say, I think we’ve all had a pretty unfortunate couple of days.” She sighed and sheepishly fixed up her hair. 

“Oh - silly me.” She giggled as an afterthought as if laughing at herself “You’re absolutely right, looks like we’re going to be here a while so better make some friends. I’m Angeline. Uh- Harrison, if you needed the last name too.” She gave this sugar-sweet smile that almost looked practised. Stage habit, probably. “And you-..?” She extended a hand out in a manner of greeting.  “It’s a pretty sticky situation we got ourselves into, hm?” She nodded to the door. Frankly, she was glad to have escaped for a little bit, she could hear the bustle of the conversation of the massive crowd outside and it was all a bit overwhelming for her. After such a rough start as well it was nice to get a moment to talk somewhere a bit quieter.