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Alda crossed her arms and looked the girl up and down. She looked...alright. Tolerable, hopefully, and hopefully avoidable as well. She nodded in agreement. "Yes," she agreed. "Pleasure to meet you." She fought to keep the doubt and cynicism out of her voice, for she could tell that Estella was unmistakably from Principle, and she didn't want to deal with being loudly judged for wearing her tops in the wrong style, or doing her makeup 'incorrectly' or something. This was the girl, she remembered, who she'd prayed she wouldn't end up with. Alda found herself wondering who she'd murdered in a past life to deserve this kind of punishment. 

She nearly said something sarcastic about Estella's jacket but in the end she decided not to; there was no use making enemies here. "All I want right now is dinner," she said, trying to keep her tone friendly and conversational. She sat on her bed and let out the tiniest of sighs. Her leg was achey from walking up here, and it felt good to take the weight off of it.