The air conditioner inside the lobby of the Madonna Inn kicks on with a sad, straining noise that sounds much like the squall of a baby Teedo. The noise is thankfully short-lived, but Rey makes a mental note to take a look at it later. She's got important things to do today -- namely, helping with the newcomers.

Rey glances up at the lobby clock, then over at the double doors at the entrance, briefly weighing the pros and cons of staying indoors or going out. The debate is short-lived; she charges past the doors and out into the heat of the midday sun -- just in time to catch sight of a figure making their way towards the hotel from the desert.

Rey holds a hand to her brow, her eyes narrowing as they make their approach. Brown hair, facial markings? Or are they tattoos? Rey's not certain. But she's certain of one thing: she's never seen this woman before.

"Hey!" Rey says, lifting her hand way from her face to greet Merrill with a wave as the elf narrows the distance between them. "You're new here, aren't you? I'm Rey."

And once Merrill is standing within arm's reach, Rey extends a hand to her to shake.