(Squinting at the cover gets a scoff out of her but she doesn't elaborate, instead extending her arm for a shake. Feels good, feels normal. Her grip is solid but not painful or overpowering.) Abby Anderson. Yeah, I'm a Rifter too.

D'you want somebody to spar with? (It's time to make it known she has noticed the knuckle wraps.) It'd be easier than punching that thing and getting no feedback.

(Abby's warmed up already and, now, officially interested. Still leaning over the fence, but clearly ready to hop it if she needs to. Hermione is only gonna get so far with the reading; soon, she'll need actual practice.)