First person she accidentally thawked with her weapon is a foot an over taller than she was. How nice. Ollie tensed a little as he took a fighting stance when her glaive hit him, tipping her head back to see his face a bit better. When he responded, and relaxed, she gave a relieved sigh, shifting her grip on her six-foot-long polearm. "Okay. That's good. I<span style="font-style: italic">really</span>didn't wanna make an enemy on the first day." She spoke, giving him a smile.<br/><br/>As the boy, Max, introduced himself, she smiled and nodded. "Olive." She responded simply, giving a small bow. "It's a pleasure to meet you." The brunette wasn't really one to do things, but who knows, she needed at least one or two friends. Might as well kiss-up to a few of these people until she actually<span style="font-style: italic">liked</span>them. She rubbed the bridge of her nose, feeling a bit uncomfortable with his awkward encounter. "Umm.. I hope you didn't get too bad a bruise from this." The short female held up her Eerie Blade a little, to show what she meant by 'this' "The Eerie Blade is infamous for giving some pretty nasty bruises, even if it's just falling." She said, giving a small, awkward laugh and rubbed the bridge of her nose again.<br/><br/>Glancing around again, the brunette realized that almost everyone was ahead and inside of the building. "We should probably get moving." She said, nodding to the crowd ahead of them. She started to trot off in that direction, glancing back to see if he was going to follow.