Moira's almost zoned out enough to lull herself into a light trance, rereading paragraphs without seeing the words as she tries to steady herself. It's at this point that James finds her, and she almost jumps, unused as she is to anyone approaching her that isn't Riley or a customer.

"Hey," she says, once she manages to contain herself. She offers him a weary grin. "So they dragged you out here huh? Yeah, there are some classes I'm considering signing up for." She shows him the pamphlets with a shrug. "I'm not much of the rec center type, even though it is really nice."

"I'm glad I ran into you," she tells him, meeting his gaze directly. "I wanted to talk with you. Is there somewhere private we might go?"