(Gela can sense a small portion of this mental chaos happening, and it pleases her. She places her own rock briefly atop her papers to keep them there while she stands to retrieve something from a shelf; the window is open.) Alright. See you soon.

(It's nice to come and be outside after working at her desk. Helping to put up a tent feels sort of fun, for the choosing of the perfect spot and the physicality of staking the ground. Of course, it is also nice to get to speak with new people. Gela does not look intimidating by design — but also is genuinely not — her skirt is patchwork, colourful, shirt simple by contrast, and her dark, curly hair is pulled back.

She waves to Ness as she approaches. (She can tell it is Ness by the tent kit.))

You know, I was thinking on the way down here — I'm not sure I ever said my name to you? It's Gela Baynrac. And it's good to meet you.