"Do you work here?" Bette looks Jason up and down. His face looks vaguely familiar to her, but then it's possible that it's just one of those faces. She gives him a smile - all bright and chipper, the way she tends to do in most situations - and steps closer to him. "Sorry, no, silly question. Like why else would you ask, right?" she chuckles softly, looking around the reading room. Honestly, this place on a cool evening, with something by Joan Didion or Edith Wharton and a hot toddy seemed like it could be very relaxing. "I'm new in town, and someone recently told me that this might be the place for me to find some friends? I thought I'd finally come to check it out."