Danica saw him walking in her direction before he said anything but waited for him to make the first move, waiting as patiently as she could, one hand idly scritching behind one of Nana's ears. He'd said he wasn't hard to miss, and that he'd be picking up his new guitar at the same time, so she figured the guy was Graham even before he oh-so-subtly called her out. Either he lacked subtlety because he was a doofus or because he was strong enough and hungry enough to not bother. Danica was hoping for the former and decided that him carrying the guitar with him was decent evidence of that; if he planned to make trouble, it would be stupid to risk his brand new toy in a potential struggle.
"That would be me," she answered once he was a little closer, figuring she didn't need to shout out for him to be able to hear her. "Though I think I missed the memo about the internet being plural," she joked, trying to come off as more relaxed than she was as well as force herself to relax.