Nodding, Seven reaches a hand across the table at Husk - unsure of the custom here, but the need to make physical contact with others emboldening her.

"Husk, good to meet you. I take it you two know each other from before, or did you both meet here?" She glances between them both, taking in their styles of dress before considering her own jacket and combat pants.

Maybe I need to look into a new wardrobe if I'm going to adapt.