It's Graham. She's been waiting for him. Hadn't she? When had they spoke? Had they spoke? It seemed like a conversation in her head. Words had been spoken between them and he's come and she's smiling at him.
This time she's high but she's not yet eaten away. The time between now and when she was sober hasn't been very long. She'd tried to abstain, tried not to get back on the Wash but she was weak and she was able procure some Prax recently. She's trying to make it last. She snorts it instead of injecting it and that might be why she hasn't fallen too far, too fast.
Her hand is taken with his and she sets up and knees opposite of him. Their silhouettes make up the illusion of two vases or two faces in the dim firelight. She kisses his cheek and smiles. She's always had a pretty smile. "You found me. Now, let's get lost together."