Megan should do more teleporting, especially since it's cold as hell and she apparently has an aversion to proper pants, but walking gives her more time to think. Not that this is necessarily a good thing, but usually it's quite calming and the opportunity to build herself up before going (or after coming home from) work is helpful. So she's doing a lot of walking, lately -- walking alone. (She was totally not crying, she is way super in control of herself, and anyway if she was it's not like anyone could prove it; her eyes are so dark, there's none of that telltale redness.)

When someone says her name she starts but it's a mild reaction; she's used to being recognised, especially from people she doesn't know. Or doesn't remember knowing, either one. She pauses mid-step, which looks extra precarious given that she's in six-inch heels, and half-turns. She doesn't recognise the man and her first thought is he's probably someone she met at work and if so, she's in a shitload of trouble if she can't remember his name. Guys tend to get annoyed when they figure out they're not actually as special as you lead them on to believe. She decides to play it casual but friendly, something she's good at; it fits on her like a second skin. "Yeah, hi!" she says with one of her broad, toothy smiles. "What's up?"

On second thought, she's pretty sure he's not from the Vault. Huh.