"Perhaps you can." Greg made his way over, a bit surprised to find that the former marine and FBI agent was such a tiny little thing. Tiny, but not weak by any stretch of the imagination judging from the muscle tone on her athletic frame and the confident way she carried herself.
"My name is Greg Blair, your fellow Red Sox fan." He wasn't sure if she would remember him or not. The wariness was no surprise, given what he'd heard and read over the past few days. "I thought I would check out some of the safe houses and you had mentioned this one as where you hung out." A shrug. "This seemed a good a place as any to investigate first."