Meulin bumps into her near the Tower, quite literally. Not very hard or at all deliberate, but enough that Meulin spins around to apologize. She's dressed simply today, golds and greens, her skirt and top, her lips and makeup. But her hair is a fluffy cascade around her and everything is cut for the warm days and not the cooler mornings. She smiles warmly, if apologetically.

"Sorry!"

Then she gets a closer look and vaguely recalls something passing her desk this morning or her neighbors desk or their neighbors. It got difficult to remember where she saw things. The point was, this person resembled a possible new tribute. Her smile softens.

"New here?"