Daniel. Daniel in the lion's den. Wolf's den? Echo took a discreet sniff at the air, smelled second-hand smoke, spilled booze, and leftover sweat from so many bodies in a small space. She could just barely pick out Holly's heartbeat in the cacophony of voices from other conversations. Daniel was handsome. She probably wasn't supposed to think that, because his chest wasn't moving with respiration the way the other brunette's was.

"Hi, Daniel," she said, her voice oddly conversational as she held out her hand. Distrust was pretty much the hybrid's resting state, but she didn't have to jump to dislike right off the bat. It would be too much like hypocrisy on her part, and she didn't want to be a hypocrite.

"Nice night to hang out outside now that fall's here. I'm glad I didn't get to Nevada until the end of summer."