Some people might buckle under the weight of this horrific turn their life has taken, and Skye can understand that. She can understand the impulse to hide under the covers and hug a pillow until this terrifying new world goes away. But she had her freak out privately, and she made herself a mission, she moved on--because that's what Skye does. And that mission means she has to get out there and get to know people.

"Well, I'm new," she says, shaking his hand with a firm grip almost at odds with her deliberately girly presentation. "And I figured, hey, new girl, I should probably look for some friendly faces if I can find any. So do your friends call you Bud or Buddy?"