He doesn't look crazy pleased, but what is she supposed to expect? They're all but strangers, and she knows that she's pretty damn decent in the looks department, but she's no model. They're just two people who barely know each other. But damn, she needs to get out more, and so does this guy, by the look of him.

And it's nice, talking to someone else who understands what it's like. To live in a dead world.

She smiles at him, and reaches out her hand. "My name's Rochelle, by the way. Figure I should tell you, before we get too ahead of ourselves, yeah?" She'd been doing a lot of introductions lately, but she'd clean forgotten with this guy. Too busy talking, picking his brain and sharing and comparing tales.