The young woman sitting near the wall was beautiful, dangerously so--Martha's mind went to Lord of the Rings and Galadriel being beautiful and terrible at once. Even so, she had seen plenty of beautiful people before, and found that usually they didn't like to dwell on it. Those that did were, frankly, unpleasant or boring.

She smiled a little at her, waved with the hand that wasn't holding coffee, giving her plenty of personal space. "Lots more coffee if you want some," she offered.