Tara was toting a stack of meteo reports back to her office to pore over them, and she literally slammed into the pale blonde woman who was headed down the hall out of the studio. Papers literally went flying, pouring out of her hands and around the hall. If she was anyone else, a lowly intern, for instance, she probably would have started crying.
As it was she just snorted. "Figures, doesn't it?"
Was a flicker of a smile at the woman. She seemed vaguely familiar, although she couldn't place why. Might be someone famous, there were plenty of those swanning about these halls.
Tara nominally included in that number. She crouched to begin collecting things - slowly, as they had to go back in order as well.