Liath steps out of the chow line, brings her food over to one of the middling tables (why couldn't Santa Barbara be bigger?) and sits. She scans the crowd for her clavemate from behind her enchanted sunglasses.
Alyona passes on some offputtingly squirmy 'green beans' and loads her tray up with mashed potatoes (no gravy, it had some suspicious bits floating in it). The protein options are basically gone by the time she gets there, but whatever, it's all the same nutrient paste underneath, right?
She spots Liath at a table and heads to sit by her. "Hey. How was orientation?"
"None of the Brits, but there was one Canadian girl that did a pretty tidy shield on a drain after I washed an ooze down it. Her name was Elizabeth." Alyona looks around the room and then indicates Elizabeth Kirsch. "She says she's got her eye on Toronto but I think she's worth us keeping an eye on."
"Hmm, I think she said she had French? I can ask her about it later, we had talked about maybe swapping Latin spells sometime." She lets out a frustrated hmph. "I'll definitely pass any Italian or Spanish tutors I find your way, but I don't have any leads on maintenance yet. And we really need one, I super do not have time to do a maintenance shift, I need to be spending all my spare time in the language lab." Maybe some enterprising artificer will appear in one of her classes tomorrow.