Meeting new people is something that Miranda is rapidly getting used to. Everyone here is a stranger, to this place and most to each other. There is nothing to fear from them, not truly. It does not hurt that she loves the chance, the brush of first impressions.

Still there is a bit of nervousness that she cannot quite get over, despite how much she trusts Kate. "Nice to meet you," she blurts out at the sight of the young woman, before remembering that she has gotten the order all wrong. "I mean, mine name is Miranda."