Brains and beauty, Dawn has both, not to mention one hell of a right hook. Not that she plans on decking him and when he offers his hand she returns the gesture, smiling a little to herself at his perfectly manicured fingers. Her own are far less pristine, her nails short with probably some kind of grime or blood under them and her knuckles are scuffed up from years of fighting.

"Dawn Granger." Her eyes remain steady and if she recognizes him she makes no indication as such.

"So are you one of the ones who came with an empty stomach? Or are you solely here for the free alcohol?” She asks, nodding slightly towards the glass of champagne he's holding.