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Karien removed her eyes from the sky and her focus from her thoughts, a feeling of being watched or looked at making the flesh on the back of her neck prickle. She looked around herself, seeking out the source of the feeling before she found it, her eyes landing on a pair of people. Both seeming probably a bit older than her, both coming her way. The young woman watched them, shifting her lean against the wall into a more comfortable one as she awaited the approaching strangers. When the man raised his arm in a sort of greeting gesture, she nodded her head upwards in her own greeting and to show she was willing to talk. Again, when the strangers reached her, she shifted as she listened to the man- er, Ayumu's introduction, nodding as both names were given. After a moment of silent contemplation and studying the two people before her, she spoke, "Karien. Nice to meet you too, Ayumu, Tessa." Karien's arms unfolded and she held her right hand out to shake, she'd learned you could tell a bit about a person from their grip and handshake.

In her head she made small, simple notes about these aquaintances. The man looked to be of Asian descent and she knew enough about the Japanese language to spot a Japanese name when she heard one. She couldn't tell with the woman, who could have been identified as Irish or Caucasian. Even if she were to hear the woman speak, no irish accent could just mean she'd been born in the Complex. Karien noted how they stood and carried themselves, the airs they put off, how they looked at others, the small things. The things most would brush off and ignore, but it was a habit of hers after years of not knowing who to trust. It had served her well in the past and for all she knew it could assist her here. And so far, from what she could tell, these two didn't raise any red flags. All of this went through her head as she held her hand out, so many thoughts in one movement and a few short moments.