With another cheerful, but clearly grateful, 'thanks!', Claire moved through the space the woman was glancing through, getting far enough inside that she wouldn't be an obstruction before the boxes went to the floor. After a brief teeter, they were then given further attention in order for Claire to balance the stack. Making a mess was something she definitely didn't want to do, especially not when this was her good friends' place of business.
"There's another stack's worth in the truck, I was trying to cut my number of trips by overdoing it," she answered cheerfully as she straightened the stack, then turned to face the woman who'd saved her from having to drop everything on the ground.
Familiar, somehow. Hand canted, she studied the woman a few moments, waiting for recognition to dawn. With the small images on the boards, it was easier, but it was still not lightening fast.
"Sharon, right?" she asked, the statement question only in the polite request for verification, as she was pretty sure she'd recognized the woman correctly. "I'm Claire, we 'met' on the boards."