Cynthia, okay. She nodded. Rielle was pretty sure that was the name her mother had used when telling her about the place. "I'll...do that." Take a seat? But where was she supposed to sit? The swivel chairs? Was she supposed to go over there by herself and pick a station, or..... She looked around. --Oh. There were some chairs for waiting. Rielle headed over to them quietly, and sat down. But not before wiping the cushion off with the sleeve of her coat. She didn't know who was sitting there before her.
"Is it going to be long?" She called after the boy, afraid he'd disappear and leave her there alone.