Elphaba leaned down, rubbing some of the dirt into the fur of her arm. It was how she kept clean, as she was against getting wet. As she rubbed the dust into her fur, she tested the name. "Anastasia." It wasn't spoke as if she disliked the name, or that she liked the sound of it, but that it was a name of someone in her list of the people she met. Probably once, like many other names. Names that would make her wonder, months from now, where they were.
"My name is Elphaba." She said, returning the gesture of introductions. "...but I doubt us meeting again."
