He’d caught sight of her as she moved towards him and nearly froze half-way down the stairs. His hands shoved into his pockets as he took in that same brilliant smile, bright eyes, and familiar face. She hadn’t changed much in twelve years – older, perhaps. A little more tired. But it was a shock from the past, worse than seeing Lucas.
He didn’t trust himself to speak, so he moved down the rest of the stairs until he could formulate words again. For a moment, he actually considered protesting - no, dreadfully sorry. I’m Edward Hobson. but balled up that urge with his anger. “I am,” he said, accent weak. “You must be Gina Renaud.” There was a brief moment of hesitation before he stretched a hand towards her. “It’s nice to meet you at last."