John Smith
Susan had contented herself in this place. She'd almost forgotten that there was even somewhere that she needed to return to. Almost. She was starting to get a little homesick. Just enough that the idea of looking for an exit back was starting to strike her. Of course, she'd worry about that a bit later. Right now, there were much more important matters to attend to.
Carrying two cups of tea, Susan slid in next to the familiar individual and smiled up at him, offering him one of them, "You look like you need this."