Yolanda turned at the sound of a voice behind her and narrowed her eyes in a suspicious manner. A young man stood before her, all nervous smiles and tentative politeness. He almost seemed afraid of her; most people found her to be unusual and kept their distance. She had once been told that her dark eyes had appeared quite dead and that was what unnerved people. She had rolled said eyes at this but thought there was perhaps a grain of truth to it.

Crossing her arms once again, Yolanda looked Baylen up and down. He appeared to be one of those laid back dressers, which she honestly preferred over those who meticulously chose their outfits. After what seemed like far longer than it was, she relented and gave a single nod. "Fine," She replied simply. Pushing herself away from the railing of the pier, she approached Baylen and un crossed her arms, allowing them to hang by her sides. "If we're going to be partners, I suppose it's pretty important that we know each other's names. I'm Yolanda."