Rebecca has grown somewhat accustomed to the familiar faces that she often... faces... in Darrow, but that doesn't mean that there aren't ones that still give her pause. Elijah had been one and whoever this is is another one. Emily Blunt is who she knows her as but chances are, that won't be her name here. She'll be the lady from, like, The Devil Wears Prada or...

No, that one would be too much.

She tries to shake away the thought. It wasn't that long ago that she had her own breakdown and she doesn't need to make this one weirder by asking for an autograph or an interview, or something. "Hey," she says, reaching out to touch her elbow to try and ground her. She realizes it might make things worse, but she has to at least try. "Um, are you... do you need help?"