The Oaf was doing well, and had already followed through on his promise to hit a Moroccan for her. Fallon had worried their late night letters might have affected his play, but she was relieved to know that wasn't the case. She followed him on the field for a minute, cursing the universe once more for throwing so many men at her. "I agree. Bixby isn't doing too badly, either." Anything to not reveal her liking of the British beater.

Fallon turned and noticed Gabe for the first time that afternoon. She hadn't known he'd be here. "Very well, actually." They worked together a handful of times. He wasn't as terrible as some of their colleagues were. He definitely wasn't as terrible as the asshole who kept burying her in paperwork.

"Fallon Abernathy," she introduced herself with a smile.