It isn't; she catches him in her periphery, first, in the awareness of another person nearer than they'd been before, and after a moment or two she looks up over her hand curled around her shoulder, not quite smiling. Her manner is both friendly and slightly removed, like she's still coming forward through her own smile and hasn't quite caught up with herself, and the slight rise of tension that came with the realization of company recedes a little (not entirely; rarely, if ever, entirely) now she knows who it is.

“I didn't know you were here,” she says, and she sounds pleased to be finding out. “Hello.”