[She doesn't contain a wince at the bruise already forming there, but at the same time her stance suggests she's hardly unfamiliar with it. Fred takes a step in, almost extends her hand in greeting before deciding if he's a bit shy about first names making shaking hands isn't the best idea]
This isn't really how I though we'd meet. Is there a place you can sit?
[Oh those Victorians and their table legs. Fred's in jeans, no legs to be seen]
[Action]
This isn't really how I though we'd meet. Is there a place you can sit?
[Oh those Victorians and their table legs. Fred's in jeans, no legs to be seen]