Hmmm.
Letter delivered, water drunk, Yolanda finally has to admit that it's time to start socializing. Especially with enclavers. Auntie Chu would scold her so if she got herself killed just to spite her parents.
Oh, hello. That boy has a power-sharer and is not already talking to anyone, nor surrounded by competing would-be minions. ...Also he looks pretty not great.
All her clothes come up to the neck for protection's sake, but Yolanda tugs at the hem to better emphasize her figure before gliding over. She isn't committing to a flirtatious approach, but if she has no choice but to spend a chunk of her precious weight allowance on these lumps of adipose she might as well get some use out of them.
"Hi, are you okay?"