At first, though she wouldn't actually admit as much, Therese doesn't recognize the girl when she spots her across the room. She wouldn't have expected anything else to be the case with most of the people here anyway, so it's nothing that really even requires a second thought. It's when she glimpses her again that she realizes there's something familiar about her, the pieces clicking into place a few moments later. It probably helps that, though she gets out often enough and takes plenty of pictures of strangers, her circle here, such as it is, isn't a very large one.

"Hi," she says when she's found herself nearby, smiling self-consciously. "I — I think we've met, haven't we? At the hayride, last fall?"