Nieves looks up from the bench at the fellow Latino. The familiar accent of her voice is somehow relieving, a shared characteristic. She bends forward, her elbows resting on her knees, forearms dangling between her legs. "I've been better..." she replied, though she couldn't honestly say when that was. She didn't know who this woman was but she didn't come across as an alpha. Though she wasn't exactly batting a thousand, she decided to play it safe and try the polite approach. "Who are you?" she asked, doing her best to sound polite. She noted the two guys with her with a suspicious glare. Hopefully she had heard correctly that this place was a neutral ground. She didn't feel like being ganged up on again twice in one night.