"Krista," He greets, with a small smile of his own, lifting his head as though to look, even though his eyes are covered as always, "Greetings. And I suppose it is... It always seems to be here, doesn't it?"

Only twice, but still. The lobby, the stairs. He hopes that won't become a running theme for their meetings- even if there certainly are stranger circumstances in which he's met people. A lot stranger circumstances, in fact.

He sets his project down in his lap- barely started, but it seems to be intended to be a profile portrait of a woman who is most certainly not human.

"Are you doing well?"