"The dining hall is a public place, it's different. It's weirder when you go looking specifically for someone who doesn't know you, in their home. It's not like I sit in people's weyrs waiting for them to come back from drill so I can meet them!" Not that the idea wasn't occasionally tempting. Or hadn't been, when she'd first come to High Reaches and got lost trying to find her way anywhere. At least she'd been there long enough for that to no longer be an issue.
"Besides, my parents and I didn't part on... good terms. And attitudes toward riders weren't so sunny around Fort, when I left to come here. They might still be that way, and then they wouldn't want a rider in the family even if they weren't predisposed to dislike me if my parents sent letters calling me a terrible daughter. And it's not like I could send letters back home to try to smooth things over."
She glanced at the other woman's mug. "Do you want some more?"