In the tea room [open to all]
Elaine was taking a little time with a cup of tea that she didn't make herself. She was writing a little, with a pencil and paper. Everything is strange here, and the pencil is the least strange of the items she has to write with.

Elaine is ambidextrous, so sometimes she switches which hand has the tea and which the pencil. There is no noticeable difference in the quality of writing. And every so often, she looks up to a nearby window, lost in memory.