Megan hadn't been planning on attending the big press conference whatsit. She didn't have any big questions about life in the City beyond "can you point me in the direction of who's hiring," and that was what the help wanted section in the paper was for. Stupid question, really.
But curiosity won out and she 'ported in late, just outside so she wouldn't disrupt anything, and walked in to see what was going on. And that guy looked familiar. He'd been the one so interested in her wings, she remembered, the one in front of the botanical gardens. "Ohmygod, you weren't high?" she blurted out during an unfortunately-placed moment of silence.
She winced as the sound of her voice carried way louder than she'd meant it to. Excellent use of her one question.