[Imelda isn't difficult to spot. She's dressed as she normally is--uniform traded out for a simple blouse and jeans, her hair tied up with a ribbon laced through it. There's a tote bag carried over one shoulder--presumably for carrying whatever they buy in town. She smiles at the girl when she hears her name.]
That would be me. I take it you're Ruby. [Since that's who she planned on meeting here.]
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That would be me. I take it you're Ruby. [Since that's who she planned on meeting here.]
Are you ready to go?