Jennifer looked up when Thomas stuck his head in her cube, saying there was someone looking for her. "This isn't another lost-dog issue, right?" she asked and grabbed her Ranger-issued jacket. "We could wallpaper the trees with signs to tell people to keep Fido on a leash and it'd help nothing." Instead of a distressed pet owner, there was a blonde woman in a dark trench standing in the waiting room, looking at the diorama of the national park. The trenchcoat part was weird, not a local. "Can I help you?"