Arwen. Emilia knew without looking that her younger sister was in the building. Had anyone asked how she knew then she would have stammered, a glass would likely have exploded or hit the wall and she still would not be able to put words to it. Putting words to it would mean verbally admitting that she knew Arwen was there because her familiar thoughts stood out vividly against the muted fuzz of everyone else. Her neck twitched a little as thoughts she did not want to hear - never wanted to hear, really - filtered in. "Hello," she returned the greeting with a faint smile. "You did, though I hope she won't be long. I have to get back to work within the hour." She nodded towards the employee who had brought her coffee, motioning at Arwen. He vanished into the back.
"I hope you don't mind, but I ordered a pot of tea for you. Mom used to come here with me and she likes it." Emilia fidgeted with her cup. "Have you talked with her much lately? Mom, I mean." She might have said something else, but the tea arrived and she leaned back instead.