Ariel wasn't entirely sure that she'd be able to answer whatever questions the new man calling himself Maedhros would have about Lawrence. Still, people had been nice enough to answer her questions as best they could whenever she asked, be they burning and frivolous or important and heavy, so it was the least she could do to attempt to help the new comer. She only hoped that she would be of some use to him, because Ariel often felt like she was wasting people's time even when she was trying to help, because she knew so little and was trying to learn so much all at once.
Making her way down the elevator, Ariel combed her fingers through her hair; a nervous sort of tick she seemed to have developed since coming to live above the surface. She reminded herself not to offer trust to this man the way she had with so many others who had betrayed it. She could be nice without being an open book, couldn't she? The doors opened on the bottom floor and she exited, seeing him right away; his matching hair color catching her eye.
"Maedhros?" she asked, as she approached, just to make sure. "I'm Ariel," she added, just in case he didn't remember her face.