This was new.  Abigail wasn't surprised at the fact it felt that way, but she was surprised at just how much it felt that way.  The door looked simple enough, she'd been through hundreds of them through her life, but crossing that tiny threshold was like stepping into another world.  There was smoking, and shifting eyes everywhere.  She hardly had any idea where to start.  Not that she would let something like a clear path stop her of course.  Swallowing the lump that was stuck in her throat she took a step in and let herself sink into the nearest empty  chair she could find.  It was harder than she liked, but the shape wasn't bad.  That was something, right?  

"Okay.  Now I need a drink."  She looked around but nobody seemed interested in her whims.  "Excuse me."  She said tot he room in general, which kept on with its general ruckus as a reply.  Clearing her throat had the same effect.  "Oh god damn it.  I'll try the bar."  She put her hands on the table to push herself up and stopped when she realized there was something there that hadn't been a second ago.  It was a piece of paper.  She picked it up for a closer look.  "Someone's looking for a crew."  She let the words sit on her tongue to see how she liked them.  The taste was sweet.  "Okay."  She turned her attention to the room and scanned the crowd.  "Who is it?  Whose casting off to see the world?"

Her eyes fell upon a table further into the room.  There was a couple sitting together.  There wasn't anything about them that stood out except for something that screamed we're new to each other.  With a nervous grimace she got to her feet and walked over to take a seat with them.  "Mind if I sit here?"  She nodded to a chair before taking a seat.