At this, Veronica hesitates. "I did," she says, chipper in a kind of brittle, determined fashion. "At Mardi Gras. She seems a... a very sociable girl." The poor creature was drunk as a skunk, if she can be forgiven such crude terms, but she doesn't want to tell Mathias that. It doesn't seem the right thing to say, and anyway, Stacy had been nice anyway, hadn't she? That was all that really mattered. "My friend River wants to meet you so much."