Taking the large mug of beer with her once it was delivered, she gave the man in shades a polite nod and sauntered her way over.  Draining half of the large glass on her way over, she had never been one for the taste of beer, but fortunately for her, she didn't really taste it anymore.  She did, however, appreciate its effects in helping her socialize.<br/><br/>"Sandra Nocturne," she said once she got close enough to be heard, letting her eyes work over those assembled.  She fished out her pendant from inside her shirt to let the others see it, a crescent shape painstakingly and deliberately carved to mimic the moon with a number of potmarks and craters.  The material from which the substance was made wasn't easily apparent, though one could guess.  "Artemis."  She gave a polite smile which lacked any true warmth or compassion.  "The rest of you?"  She tried her best to remember names, but people simply died much too often to be able to do so easily.