The sound of laughter jostles her out of her mockumentary, her head whipping around to see where the noise is coming from. Did someone hear her? Are they laughing at her? The dread of embarrassment washes over her in that brief moment as she searches for the source of the laughter. She finally pinpoints it from around a corner, and unable to resist her curiosity, she leaves her seat and peaks around that corner.

What she finds sends her eyes opening wide, all embarrassment forgotten.

"You?" It's a question of surprise and an accusation at the same time. This was just about the last person that she expected to meet in this airport. All the humor from a moment ago seems to wither and die in an instant. "What are you doing here? Are you following me?"