Rhiannon had stopped just as she had begun to reach for the door, paused for a moment with arm outstretched before she finally let it drop. She glanced back over at the Johnson, raised an eyebrow and nodded slightly in agreement, then looked away, distantly, in the way people in 2070 often do when what they are looking at is quite literally 'for their eyes only'. She stepped to the side, out of the path of the entranceway and appeared to be 'browsing' something only she could see.<br/><br/>Finally, Rhiannon half-smiled and walked back towards the gathered runners, she gave the Johnson another, firmer, nod of agreement as she passed, and slipped into the recently vacated booth next to theirs. She turned half way to watch and listen, but she certainly looked to be waiting for something or someone.