"Oh, thank you." Marcie shook off her umbrella and coat and left it in the entry to drip. Coming back here after so long felt a bit weird, but familiar too. She followed Cathal in slowly, slipping her hands into the pockets of her jacket.
"Getting ready, I see," she said, leaning against the side of the sofa and gesturing at the rolls of paper. "How are you? Doing ok?"