Dawn was on her post, keying in data and fielding requests. While they had reduced her hours, they were not quick to let her go. Though she was not fluent enough in foreign languages to be promoted to the concierge desk, she knew enough to help out travelers. When traveling the world as often as she could get away with, Dawn had made it a goal to at least know basics. She was just finishing up such a call in French when she heard the automatic doors open up in the lobby. Out of habit, her head first snapped up to see who was entering, then scanned the floor to see if assistance was needed or headed their way.
Seeing instead a familiar face from the site she visited when she ran out of work to do, Dawn smiled and motioned that she'd be a moment. Simultaneously, she told the Parisian that a ticket was made and maintenance would be upstairs shortly. Once the phone was on it's hook, Dawn unpinned her nametag from her button-down blouse, calling over her shoulder. "Kath, going to lunch."
Dawn stepped out from behind the station to meet up with Sumi. "I'm glad you decided to come this way!" Never one to be awkward about personal space, Dawn hooked her arm through Sumi's and began to walk. "Our chef, Claude, is totally insane and a pyro but the man is a genius."