"Hmmm?" Her attention had become a little too rapt on the article and she didn't realize that there was someone in the lobby until she spoke. "Oh!" She closed the magazine and dropped it on the couch, quickly smoothing her skirt as she stood up. "I am. Are you Trish?" Which, after she said it, sounded like a ridiculous question. Who else would be showing up at this time?
Fred made her way over to her, holding out her hand. "Welcome to the Hyperion," she said, smiling at the newcomer. "I've got the coffee hot and ready to go, then we can get to the library. Hopefully you'll feel right at home."