Helen Davidson turned to look at the newcomer, recognizing him, but not able to put a face to a name. "Fine. Bored."

She didn't bother asking him how he was, because she honestly didn't care. She just wanted to be inside before the cold ate at her skin too much. He looked like the reliable sort, however, and she made a note to look out for him once the party got started. Helen knew things would get annoying and knew she would have to seek out the company of booze to last an hour; a guy like him would be too sweet not to look after her.