Newt? Now there was a name with character. Although she sort of thought it suited him. There was something skittishly lizard-like about him. Of course, that could just as equally be a product of being new and all. Time would tell. The City--any multiverse, really--had a way of changing a person. Sometimes for the better. Sometimes...not so much.

Her handshake was timid. She'd been well-trained not to squeeze someone's hand too hard, lest a hunter recognize a hand without a pulse. The scars were interesting, but it wasn't right to stare.

"Sometimes," she said, giving her guitar a little nudge with her elbow. "Mostly, I work at the library here."