The woman breaks off her conversation when you and Darcy approach. "Don't touch the artifacts. Don't take the books." Her voice has all the emotion of a drive-through worker repeating your order. "Take a flier if you want, but otherwise don't bother us. We're only here because our faculty advisor made us. We'll talk to you in the spring of your second year, assuming you're worth our time."
Darcy ignores the student's tone. "Darcy Bozeman." She sticks out her hand like she did with you.
The other student at the table consults a list on a clipboard, his gaze sliding down it before flicking to the woman. "Recruited, but not too heavily."
Darcy's lips purse momentarily, the only sign that she's upset. "You haven't seen what I can do yet."
The woman ignores Darcy in favor of you. "So, new freshperson, who are you?"