“Hey,” Angie gripped the back of the chair, careful not to grip too tightly and bend the metal. “You’re Rain, right? Dustin’s girlfriend?” she questioned. This was supposed to be a gentle way of easing into an interaction, making a friend, maybe, as per the recommendation of her personal counselor on grounds. Her tone came off a little more predatory than she intended, but honestly Angie wasn’t sure how not to sound predatory, she was, technically anyway, a literal human predator. “Do you mind if I sit?” she requested. She’d chosen the blonde because of the connection to her sort-of friend, hoping it might help her out, and because she knew the girl was classified Dangerous. Sticking to dangerous friends seemed to be the surest way that she wouldn’t rip any of their heads off: knowing they could defend themselves if need be.