[Fred is sitting in one of the waiting-room benches with her head leaned back against the wall and her eyes closed. She isn't asleep, just resting her eyes while she waits for Juliet. On the low table in front of her is a pack of cards and her journal. Her left arm is bandaged and in a sling.]

[When she hears Juliet's voice, she opens her eyes and sits up straight. She manages to dredge up a small smile from somewhere, but he might notice that she looks tired.]

Juliet, hello. I trust you are well?