Minerva had intended on seeking out her mentor, she really did. Of all the people who meant something to her, Albus Dumbledore was perhaps one of the most profound. With her father who hovered somewhere between loving and hating her due to her magic and her mother who sided with him always, she had always looked to her mentor and former Professor as the sort of parental figure she was so lacking. Needless to say it was strange to think of him as a teenager, someone she thought was lacking all the memories she had of him. It did not make her want to see him any less, but it did give her pause because she did not want to selfishly put on him connections that might not be there. She could hardly turn down his offer to help though, valuable as it was, especially when it seemed like he could use the escape.
So Minerva waited in her office, dark wild hair spun up in a loose bun atop her head, barely held in place by a hair band and a bandana. Her horn-rimmed reading glasses remained perched on her nose, button up shirt untucked, shirt sleeves rolled up to her elbows. Her trousers were rather dusty from digging through old backstock of leftover wands and turning through old books and notes left behind by previous makers. Overall, she would have to say she most certainly did not look radiant, but when Albus came in and announced himself by way of compliment Minerva couldn't help the slight flush that colored her cheeks. Mostly because she didn't recognize him at first. He was so much younger than the man she knew. Plus, it was difficult to make him out with her arms full of books. Setting them aside, she wiped her hands before truly looking at him and though shock did register on her face it was far outweighed by the delighted smile that took hold of her features. "Albus!" she greeted warmly, taking a step forward to hug him before holding herself back and twisting her hands together. "Look at you! It's- it's so good to see you."