Fred blinked as something caught her attention. Actually, she was one of the few who didn't jump up in fear; she did jump up, but it was to make sure people were okay, not hurt. The usual not really a champion but have to help type of thing. She had taken a step or two before she realized who was behind the incident. The shower lady/hot number.
The brainy female picked up her clipboard, her muffin, and her coffee and juggling all three she walked right over to the other woman's table, swept off a clean spot and settled down without being invited.
"The pictures were very nice. You're very photogenic." Fred smiled, and she meant it. "Makes sense why they'd call you 'hot number.' Of course, I'm mousy. Thought I was more cute than mousy. Did you get hurt?" That question could have meant anything.