A slight flush returned to her cheeks, shoulders relaxing, as James smiled at her in a very convincing manner. Unaware of how painfully obvious she was, Gabrielle decided that it wasn't going to be an issue. She'd never really expected anyone here to ever recognize her--it wasn't like she was some big shot--but she supposed that if anyone'd happened to glance over a tabloid at the supermarket while all of the drama was going down, they might have seen her.
"Ahh," she said, nodding at James' response. "Where do you work? I came here..." her voice trailed off, wondering how to best respond and answer that question without sounding too awful of a person. "Some stuff happened back where I was...living before, and I just had to escape it. So I moved here. Other side of town, away from..." ...away from the cameras, the guilt, the glares, she thought to herself, but spoke differently. "...Away from the drama. Plus, my mother's sick, and this place is a few blocks down from the hospital."
Wow. Blab on much, Gabrielle? She felt bad for unloading such a response on the woman, who'd just met her. "Sorry, long answer," she said with a small laugh. "I talk too much."