Daniel came down the stairs. Not out of the elevator, off to one side; down the stairs. He had on a thick brown coat that Rosalie would not have seen him in before, the shirt underneath was gray, and the winter material slacks were a charcoal color. He looked absurdly healthy with his hair cropped short and the Beast on his metaphorical heels, and before he saw her he moved down the landing with a careful but steady stride. A little smile was jumping at the corner of his mouth, and he was thinking of things that pleased him, that much was obvious.
The blue eyes lit wit easy recognition when he saw her, and he smiled in greeting as he corrected his path to veer in her direction. "Hello," he said, almost benevolent in manner. His hands were in his pockets and he swept the coat a little to the side to approximate a wave.