Her conservation partner is in fact extremely animated! And wearing an outrageous purple one-piece, of the kind that could devour the entirety of the seventies whole and go on to declare them insufficiently neon. Her bedazzled roller skates contribute to that overall impression.

”- and that’s why I wear inline skates instead of quad skates! Do you use your skateboard a lot? I use my skates all the time, it’s much better than not doing that.”

Nod.

“I’ve never tried out a skateboard before! I should, if you like them, you seem like you mostly like unusually good things. Do you have a favorite brand?”

Pause.  Headshake.

- calibrating based off of general impressions -

“- do you DIY your own skateboards? I always think that DIY projects sound really fun, I just never have enough time for them!”

Nod nod nod.

“Do you DIY a lot of other projects?”

Nodnodnodnodnod!  She pulls a - something - out of her pocket and holds it so Adela can see.  It's clearly some sort of handheld electronic, though it doesn't particularly resemble any widely-available ones; it's much thicker than any phone on the market, with a screen only on the top half and the rest of it narrowing to form a left-handed grip.  There are buttons along each of the finger indentations, but the main method of input seems to be a knob - which looks like it may have been repurposed from a high-end combination lock - with alphanumeric characters and a few punctuation marks.  A few wires and an antenna stick out of the top.

Della makes enthusiastic noises and produces insightful commentary!

And Jaime, steadily losing interest and preferring to avoid conspicuously eavesdropping, slinks off to another part of the room, towards Hana and Ari.

(She makes a mental note to tread carefully around Ms. Rollerblades; nobody is actually that delighted and delightful about absolutely everything.)

"Jaime!  Hi!!!!"

(Probably everything is fine now but even if it isn't being all tipsily exuberant will probably be a good way to find out in which ways it is still not fine!  And she can definitely pull it off since she's totally sincerely at least one and a half of those things.  Maybe even one and two-thirds!  Who knows.)

“Hello. Are you okay?”

"Mmhm!  How 'bout you?"

“I’m fine.”

"Good!  It would be bad if you weren't!  I mean like, it's probably always bad to not be fine, but it would be worse than usual probably I think?  Because - it's a party!  And people should have good times at parties!  Otherwise they're just bad at being parties.  And that's no good."

“Yes.”

"You look nice.  Your dress is good, you did a good job on it.  And," she gestures towards Jaime's head and sweeps her hand to the floor, "your all of you is also good too.  It's g - it's nice."

“Thank you. I also failed to see any any cancerous growths or oddly shaped bones on my person. You look fine, I would’ve added a belt.”

"Mmkay.  Have you met anybody cool yet?"

“There was a man covered in snow and wearing sunglasses. If he counts for either definition.”

"Maybe..."

“Probably not.”

She turns around and sweeps off in the vague direction of some other group that looks vaguely interesting to eavesdrop on.

(Thank god.)

There's the same people as before, and also a lady with a rather large corvid on her red-gloved arm, whom she is addressing.