Mabel, too, is aware of the other girl when she arrives. That wonderful red hair is difficult to miss, contrasted against the gloom of the landscape. Usually, she has no issues whatsoever socializing with complete strangers -- making a pen pal out of the pizza guy in the ninety seconds he's at the door is a known Mabel Pines phenomenon. Today, though, her usual urges to reach out, to give compliments, to spread kindness and make connections are buried under the weight of her emotions. Without her usual energy, that desire to approach this girl just to exclaim over her hair feels like it'd be awkward instead of happy, and that suspicion is confirmed when Mebh comes over on her own to start a conversation.

They've both got stuff that feels too heavy to carry, huh...?

"Not -- not really," she answers. "I mean, I was I guess, but -- um, he died, but he's back now. It's just, you know, it still feels pretty weird at home, so. Being here feels a lot less weird."

Mm. Awkward.

"...who are you waiting for?"