Dressed in somewhat worn, if not mostly decent jeans and an old Stanford University t-shirt, Jessica's leaning against the side of a building--the occupants inside can be seen through the window haggling over some sort of betting pool--when Crystal arrives in a far-too-happy and mostly unconventional way. Jess is still 99% convinced she's dreaming, because this whole thing? Is ridiculous.

Who can possibly be this smiley? But at least it's a smile.

"That's me. Crystal, I presume?"