Barbara grabbed the arms of her chair and almost rose to her feet, shock overriding her better judgement. "Jason!" She caught herself before her helpless legs sent her sprawling to the floor, pushing herself back into her seat. Stunned surprise filled her face, he was about the last person she expected to see here. She sat there for a good few seconds, then shook her head and rolled forward, managing a smile for him. She hadn't been there for his return, had heard about the whole incident second-hand, and even then she hadn't entirely believed that Jason was really still alive. Or back from the dead, at any rate.

A thousand increasingly banal things to say came to mind, just words to fill the awkward silence, ranging from *"You look good!"* to *"Nice jacket!"* and an endless array of similar, equally brainless things to say. Finally, she settled on simple, unvarnished honesty. "I didn't expect to see you." *Brilliant selection, Barbara.*  

Now how did you ask someone if they were here to be one of the Groomsmen, or here to wreak havoc in a polite way? "Are you here to stay?" *Well, you've made better conversation choices, but that one isn't your worst either.*