Fred has feared for a moment she'd be all alone, but it didn't look that way now. She stood up and walked over to the others, a bright smile for everyone, especially the wolf. Her head tilted slightly as she looked at it.
"Hi, Dexter. I'm Fred. Don't think anything's showin' right now, but then again, I don't think anyone's workin' right now anyway. There wasn't anybody here when I came in. Then again, I just came in, so someone might be somewhere else." The physicist doubted it, but she couldn't know. It wasn't like she could know everything.
"I gotta bad feelin' we're gonna be here a while, so we might as well get to know each other. Any of y'all ever read the Decameron? It's not bad. Read it once, or some of it. They were all stuck in a buildin' tellin' stories, but they were tryin' to wait out the Plague not a snow storm." Fred shrugged slightly, not suggesting the story telling just yet.