"Their own," she reaffirmed, the hand on the girl's back moving in reassuring circles, a maternal gesture. "Unless you'd like me to find you a roommate?" She couldn't think of any likely candidates at the moment, but given the number of daily new arrivals, it was hard to say.
In her haste, she had totally and quite literally forgotten her manners. "I'm Cathy," she introduced herself apologetically, offering a smile. "Cathy McDonald. I'm married, if you want to be proper, but it's really not necessary. You can just call me 'Cathy'."