The second the man who was presumably the one she was supposed to meet with appeared in front of her, Eleanor's entire focus was immediately on him. She was already hopping up out of her chair like it'd bitten her before he'd even made it halfway across the room to her, a sense of urgency and relief in her features at the sight of him that one might assume they'd met before. They hadn't, of course, but Eleanor already felt a connection to him that couldn't be explained by logic or reason.
It was just a feeling. He was the one who was going to find her brother, she could feel it.
Eleanor shook his hand a little too eagerly, though she was hardly aware of it. The time between her getting here and meeting him felt like one huge blur and now Eleanor was too focused on him to remember anything as insignificant as self-awareness. "Yes, that's me. But you can call me Eleanor," the brunette responded in a rush, breathless like she'd just been running despite the fact that she'd been sitting down moments ago, smiling a little despite herself. Something she used to do all the time but hadn't found reason to smile in months so the natural stretch of her mouth now felt momentarily strange to her as she looked up at him.
The detective had a kind face, she noticed that immediately. Of course she also noticed that he was good looking, and surprisingly so, not that Eleanor had really known what to expect from a private investigator. He was her first. But it was the kindness in his features that really struck her, once he was close enough to her that she could make out the warmth of his eyes, pools of blue that also looked a little green if he turned his head at a certain angle. Eleanor felt immediately at ease with him, and a sense that she had definitely come to the right place.
Or that was just the Bipolar in her talking. The thing about Eleanor was that she always came on strong one way or the other. She often felt things in extremes with people, positive or negative, there was hardly ever any middle ground. With this man in particular, she felt an overwhelming sense of right that was hard for her not to follow, looking at him now like he was her own personal life raft after being stranded out at sea for days without food or water. In a way, he was.
"What? Oh, no, no thank you," Eleanor let her hand drop back to her side after a moment and shook her head at the offer of something to drink, having still not remembered the coffee she never actually drank from before and immediately pushing aside the thought of water as something she needed. She didn't need anything except to find her brother, and so far the police had been no help. It was why she was here, after all.
That was the other thing the woman had told her, the one she'd met in Pittsburgh. She said that this place dealt specifically with reincarnate cases, and Eleanor still couldn't figure out how the woman had known that she was a reincarnate, but she hadn't bothered to ask any questions. Maybe it was the fact that she still sometimes flinched whenever Helena spoke up in her head, was that something other reincarnates could spot?
This is a waste of time, we can find Aaron on our own. We don't need this guy's help.
As if on cue, Helena's voice echoed in the back of her head and Eleanor winced slightly, ignoring it as best she could while smiling at Spencer again a little more flustered than before. That was his name, wasn't it? She thought the receptionist had called him Spencer on the phone when she'd first called, but Eleanor had been in such a rush to secure the appointment she'd barely made a mental note of it. Spencer Lazarus?
"I'm fine, actually, can we..." Eleanor's attention briefly drifted to the dark haired receptionist with the vague, far-off look from before, who was now currently looking between them rather intently, with a curious expression on her face like she knew something the other two didn't. "Can we talk?" Eleanor turned back to him with a pleading expression, she just wanted to get started. "I can bring something in," the receptionist offered from her perch behind the desk.