"Alina," she nods. It's good to have if not friends, people who are cordial and willing to make sure you don't get woken up by sputtering wax or an errant flame jumping to her sleeve.

Belatedly, it occurs to her: "Thank you, by the way, for the book," she lifts it, "And for making sure I don't burn down the rest of them."

She pauses awkwardly again, almost letting Abby escape when she decides to volunteer "I'm... new," as if that much wasn't obvious. But she's trying.