Akacie was fiddling with her hands, as if they were sore. I noticed they had a few scars on them.
Rory: "Whoa, those aren't from today, are they?"
She noticed where I was looking.
Akácie: "Oh, no! No, not at all. Just a personal hobby of mine."
Rory: "Your hobby is slicing up your hands?"
Akácie: "It does feel that way sometimes. But nah, I work with a lot of sharp objects. I can show you sometime after I'm all unpacked."
Rory: "Okay, sounds cool. I can leave you to it, then."
Akácie: "Yeah, and hey! If I don't see you again this week, let's catch up after orientation. Drinks on me."
Rory: "Ohh, you may regret that. I have an iron gut."
Akácie: "Everyone says that. We'll find out."