Debbie found her knees rising up, coming together beneath her chin when Nesea lifted herself for a better view of the mess hall. Although she'd been quite aware of the lamia's lower half, seeing the long and powerful tail so close caused a survival reflex to kick in, making her attempt to appear even smaller and less threatening than normal. Thankfully it seemed that Nesea had found a few of the other residents interesting enough to study, and Debbie awkwardly adjusted in her seat to hide her instinctual response. She followed the snake-woman's gaze to the indicated newcomer, who at first appeared to be a human girl. Of course plenty of transhumans were capable of maintaining a human guise at least part of the time, though the Shelter tended to cater more to the obviously transhuman; those who could pass fully as humans often did.<br/><br/>"Her name is... Aury, I think," she offered, concentrating on the dark haired woman's face. Nesea was evidently rather curious and Debbie found she wanted to make a good impression on this potential new friend; it would be nice to have someone to talk to with all the time Takara spent in the laboratory these days. "She seems to keep to herself a lot... something about being unfamiliar with other transhumans, so she can't have been here for very long." Unfortunately that was the extent of her knowledge, which was based as much on gossip as fact. Turning her head once more toward the lamia, she was surprised to find Nesea's eyes already upon her. She stammered at the more formal introduction, realizing she hadn't properly done one herself. "Ah, I'm sorry! I'm Deborah, or, well... everyone calls me Debbie." She lowered her eyes in mild embarrassment, partly from her own lapse and partly because the source of her name was less than auspicious.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>