Gyrfalcon's Keep Imma shine

It was a beautiful sort of coincidence that, as she sat contemplating recruitment, a stranger approached with a rather friendly greeting.  Rosalyn looked up from her snack, mostly gone as this point, and licked her chops with a satisfied sort of bemusement.  Where had this little trick materialized from?

"Hello to you too," she said, standing and stretching as she did so.  Her posture also invited company; her mood was lighter than it had been in months, and besides, one caught more flies with honey than vinegar.