Fortunately enough, the second to arrive, a woman with a tangle of red hair, was someone Dawn had seen before. Spoken with a few times, here and there, but mostly just seen. Out of the corner of her eye, she could spy one of the Blessed by the door giving a rather disapproving look at the woman’s choice of words, but Dawn opted to focus her attention on the latter for the time being. 

“That’s one way to put it.” Dawn smiled. She tipped the rim of her coffee against her lips, then set the cup neatly onto the table in front of her. “I’m, ah, glad that someone else sees it, though. All the attention has been a little too much for my tastes.” 

The understatement of a century. 

“My name is Dawn, yes. You’re, ah...Maeve, right?” 

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