After ordering his coffee and waiting for it at the counter, John made his way to over to Marguerite. He felt a little less tense for seeing her, because she was someone he knew and someone who understood how the dreams could affect a person because she'd dealt with it too.
"It's good to see you." He spoke as he sat down, assuming she would tell him if she was busy or waiting for someone else to come and sit with her. Seeing someone face to face was so much more rewarding than a conversation on the network.
He set his coffee on the able, freeing his hands so he could also sign. "How are you?"