"I'm here," and she gestures to the room at large, "on work. Mrs. Piper's the interviewer, her cameraman had an issue so I'm subbing in. If you want to do an interview with her, she'd be stoked and I'd very much appreciate it, because, you know, job. But I'm [i]here[/i]," with a jab of her finger at the ground she's standing on, "because that's a very cool piece of art, and I am, at heart, a geek about cool art." She shrugs and doesn't blush, but does look a little bashful. Women with her build are usually pegged as enthused about beer and rugby. "Honestly, dealers choice, that's you, as to if you want me to be wearing my reporting hat at all now or later. I don't want to be uh, the other gentleman, and trap you in a conversation."

And that's the thing, she doesn't want to. Tell her to go away, and she will and hold no grudge. But also being earnest is about the best social skill she has, so she'll bring that to bear to maybe get her foot in the door properly, and get an insider's conversation flowing. Nothing's recording right now, but she can get a statement, make notes, or just call Piper over for an interview whenever.