Stella had come into the living room, her own little folder of notes in hand, in response to Peggy's question — but Graves's arrival has distracted her slightly. She offers him a brief, polite smile in greeting, then circles the coffee table to sit down on the sofa on Peggy's other side, setting down her folder of notes before reaching for the teapot and pouring out three cups.
"I think Peggy's notes might be a little more extensive than mine," she admits, matter-of-fact rather than self-deprecating — the other woman has been here longer than she has, and that's only to be expected. She's not yet read them in detail, of course, not having wanted to pry, but she imagines they will get to all of that today.
She's not as nicely dressed as Peggy, but she's made an effort to look neat; her hair is clean, her button-down blouse and trousers washed and pressed. It's not what she'd prefer to be wearing, even for work, but it's close enough and miles better than the scrubs.
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Stella had come into the living room, her own little folder of notes in hand, in response to Peggy's question — but Graves's arrival has distracted her slightly. She offers him a brief, polite smile in greeting, then circles the coffee table to sit down on the sofa on Peggy's other side, setting down her folder of notes before reaching for the teapot and pouring out three cups.
"I think Peggy's notes might be a little more extensive than mine," she admits, matter-of-fact rather than self-deprecating — the other woman has been here longer than she has, and that's only to be expected. She's not yet read them in detail, of course, not having wanted to pry, but she imagines they will get to all of that today.
She's not as nicely dressed as Peggy, but she's made an effort to look neat; her hair is clean, her button-down blouse and trousers washed and pressed. It's not what she'd prefer to be wearing, even for work, but it's close enough and miles better than the scrubs.