[It doesn't fall into place who she's speaking to until after she hears her name. She's heard him say it before in the past, in the halls at school or in passing at a party. They weren't ever really friends, but she'd call him friends with Jason.]

Steve Harrington?

[Blinking, she's bewildered by the fact that he's here too. Of course, her current wide eyed state probably has more to do with the shadow puppet play she's just watched than seeing him. There's something about it that makes her want to stay and watch more, to try and figure out what it is and the message it's meant to be sending them.

Of course, she can hear the panic and edge of something close to guilt in his voice. And that's enough to snap her attention fully onto him. Her ponytail sways when she does, and for a moment it might seem like they're back at one of the parties they used to attend. Because she offers him a smile, and even with as tired as it is, it's still bright enough to show that she's happy to see him.]

Oh my god. Steve!

[Of course, she's moving forward to briefly hug him. Because it's a big deal to find someone from home in a place like this.]

If we've both seen this more than once, how have we not run into each other before now?