Stavanger Bay Take some books and make a smoothie

"Good afternoon, miss!" Wraen greeted the fellow seashore philosopher, once the latter had made her presence known. She pulled herself up to her feet, stretched and then approached gingerly, stopping at a polite distance, while still close enough to have a conversation without them shouting out to each other. 

The female seemed vaguely familiar, but Wraen was unable to put a name under her image. In her youth she had boasted a superb memory for people and faces, but as the list of people she had met during the course of her life grew longer and longer, her ability to recall every one of them dwindled. Therefore rather than assuming that this stranger too thought of herself as someone, who has been seen before, Wraen went on with harmless small-talk: "What brings you out here today?"