Sif has just picked up a plate of snacks when a form blurs past her and she blinks for a moment before grinning, because the other senior is one familiar to her. And while she might not have gotten a good look at him, there's not many people here it could be. So she waits, catching glimpses of him here and there, and when he comes speeding back in her direction one of these times, she speaks before he gets there, figuring he'll probably hear her anyway. She can probably track him a little easier than a mortal can, but still not perfectly.

"I see you have gotten better at avoiding clumsy freshman in these crowds at last, Tommy Shepherd."