[ @amischiefofmuses for Steven, from here.]
On first glance, she nearly didn't see him there behind the desk - an unusual oversight that she might reflect on later, but for now brushes off. This is hardly a place for danger, after all.
Probably. Hopefully. Unless one of the pieces on display turns out to be a whole lot more than the owners realise it is. That's always a small possibility (not so small for her as it might be for someone else), but her plan is to just have a good time studying some artifacts that are even older than she is, slip a contribution in the 'thank you' box and go her merry way.
And, it seems, have a chat with a presumed kindred spirit. "Oh yes," A chuckle, lips pulling down in a grimace, "it's bloody awful out there! Oh, uh ..." She gives a quick glance back toward the doors, "I left my umbrella in the front hall, I hope that's OK?" Better than letting it trail water all the way into the exhibition room, at least. The rain had looked like it might stop just before she'd left home, but had only been pausing for breath.
"Well," She returns the smile, taking the guide from him and flipping open the first couple of pages before looking up, "it seems pretty quiet," Closer to dead, but that's a bit harsh to say and hardly surprising in the wet, "So if you don't mind ... ? I've studied a fair bit, but I'd love to hear the details of where they were found, that sort of thing?"