Bee hurriedly finishes neatening the last couple stacks of books and skips to the door to open it.
"Hi!" she says brightly. It's always a bit of a gamble meeting someone for the first time, hoping their patterns won't knock her off balance the way Peter's or Tim's had - to say nothing of the Doctor or Aziraphale - but Greta's patterns are rather straightforward and pleasantly musical. What mostly followed a calm and predictable path became very messy indeed right before the break which signifies the Rift scooping her up - and after that, there's a good deal of sadness and regret, which is to be expected. There's also a bright point of happiness which seems to be an intersection with another person whose patterns are not familiar to her, and she doesn't mean to, but it's not difficult to piece this together, once she recalls an odd text she received some weeks ago.
"Greta," she says without skipping a conversational beat, reaching out a hand, and she grins a little, unable to help it. "Right. Greta. I remember now."
An incautious thing to say, but she's a little giddy. She's happy to know Jay is back, for Tim's sake.
She pauses now to try and sift out Jay's patterns. There is something there, certainly, but it's odd and faint, difficult to pry out. That's a little disappointing, but at least there's confirmation he's there. What she can see is very like Tim's, so maybe it's a good thing she can't make it out. Goodness knows no one needs to see her fall to pieces.
"Hello, Jay," she says softly. "Tim will be along in a moment. Would you both like to come in?" She steps back to admit them.
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"Hi!" she says brightly. It's always a bit of a gamble meeting someone for the first time, hoping their patterns won't knock her off balance the way Peter's or Tim's had - to say nothing of the Doctor or Aziraphale - but Greta's patterns are rather straightforward and pleasantly musical. What mostly followed a calm and predictable path became very messy indeed right before the break which signifies the Rift scooping her up - and after that, there's a good deal of sadness and regret, which is to be expected. There's also a bright point of happiness which seems to be an intersection with another person whose patterns are not familiar to her, and she doesn't mean to, but it's not difficult to piece this together, once she recalls an odd text she received some weeks ago.
"Greta," she says without skipping a conversational beat, reaching out a hand, and she grins a little, unable to help it. "Right. Greta. I remember now."
An incautious thing to say, but she's a little giddy. She's happy to know Jay is back, for Tim's sake.
She pauses now to try and sift out Jay's patterns. There is something there, certainly, but it's odd and faint, difficult to pry out. That's a little disappointing, but at least there's confirmation he's there. What she can see is very like Tim's, so maybe it's a good thing she can't make it out. Goodness knows no one needs to see her fall to pieces.
"Hello, Jay," she says softly. "Tim will be along in a moment. Would you both like to come in?" She steps back to admit them.