"Sarah!" Rachel called, finally seeing the girl making her way through the crowded terminal. She had to laugh a bit at the dark scowl the girl wore - a few years ago, it had been her default, and Rachel often made a game of trying to get the girl to smile, for once.
She had to admit, as much as she hated Sarah's lifestyle, the girl seemed so much happier now. It was a welcome change from unhappy she'd been after her mother had died.
Now, though, she really did look like she was moments away from getting violent. Smiling in attempt to cut the girl's foul mood, she made her way over. "Hi! I brought you a 'welcome' basket. Is there a particular reason you looked ready to assault the nice blond man that was smiling at you as you exited the plane? Because I'm seriously worried for his safety right now."