Yor: clears throat “Oh! Um… hello there. I hope I’m not interrupting anything. I’m Yor Briar—I work over in the Records Division.” nervous laugh “It’s… really nice to meet you. Are you—uh—enjoying the… canapés?”

[She glances at the tiny sandwiches like they’re weapons she doesn’t know how to use.]

Yor: “So! Haha… I’ve been thinking lately that, well, it might be nice to, um… settle down a bit. You know. Maybe find someone to… spend time with. Go to parties. Have dinner. File taxes together.” [Her eyes widen slightly.] “Not that I need someone! I just thought it might look less suspicious—I mean—less lonely. Haha…”

Yor: leans in just a bit too close, voice dropping slightly “I can cook. I mean—I try to cook. Sometimes things catch fire, but I always put them out. Usually. Eventually.” [Smiles sweetly, somehow threatening and adorable at the same time.]

Yor: “So… if you’re not already, um… spoken for… maybe we could—" she pauses, cheeks pink "—exchange emergency contact information? For... safety. Of course.”