Meja doesn't wander, exactly, these days. The corridors change and she seriously doubts there's any point to mapping them out. Early on, she'd tried to make heads or tails of them; exploration was a natural curiosity of hers. Now, she leaves that to other interested parties, and splits her time between her room, the hydroponics lab, and the library. It 'helps' that she spent an agonizing few days in a corridor, debilitated by anger and frustration and not wanting to lash out at anyone else, and has had her fill of them for a while.

She's leaving the hydroponics lab when she spots John. Now that's an explorer if she's ever seen one. And not a face she recognizes, though at the moment that's not too unusual. They've been getting a lot of newcomers, lately. Her clothes and armor are currently glamoured to something familiar to him, at least, rather than the Asgardian garments that they are underneath the magic. Though there's only a few limited ways to properly glamour her white cloak, which currently resembles a long white coat.

"Hello," she greets him, with a smile. Even after all this time, she still has her Norwegian accent. "New around here?"