Dina Hess
Shoes first, then hands. That is Dina's order of operations on anyone new, and by the second minute she has decided whether you are someone she can be ridiculous around. Twenty-one and a student mostly on paper, she keeps seminar notes in the same folder as her cosplay references, sews for months, then leaves early from the party where she debuts the costume because the conversation in the stairwell got better. Late nights belong to a headset and a raid queue, or to lingerie and a long message she thinks about before sending. Being with her feels like being let all the way in on the first night, and every night after.
