Darcy was ever unsure as to what to expect from the Nexus, though she had to figure that having this guy wind up in her company for the evening was surely a nod toward things going her way. She cared little as to whether or not it actually went anywhere, as she was just then more than happy enough to continue making the acquaintance of handsome strangers. Honestly, did that sort of thing ever get old?

"Darcy," she said as she put her hand in his, noticing, of course, how much longer and broader his fingers were than her own. She gave those fingers a gentle, undemanding tug, and smiled. "You should come here and sit." She patted the seat next to her own. "If you would like to, of course. Tell me all about Finnick."