"I was that far off, was I?" For a columnist she found her smile, intriguing. He assumed most of them spent the majority of their time agonizing over their work and deadlines so much so that they'd be come jaded and unhelpful. Was she new? Or did she a hidden talent for being unphased by the nature of her work.
"Gereth Reginald. It's nice to meet you, Skye." There was that smile again. It drew him in. He found himself walking closer to her as they made their way through the building. "It's incredible you can find your way through these corridors" Part of him wanted to ask her what she was doing after she saved him from the depths of the Prophet building.