Hilda, the somewhat eccentric caterer

Lauren was reaching for the kitchen door just as it suddenly opened. Peering through her sopping wet hair she saw that it was a large big boned blond woman near her age or a little younger. From the look of her apron and dress with the name 'HIlda' embroidered over her heart she was evidently one of the caterers.

When she saw Lauren standing there like a drowned rat, wearing nothing but her now wet and filthy bra and panties and torn stockings, she all but erupted with concern. "Oh, dearie me, what have you gotten into you poor thing, you're soaked!" Not knowing what to say Lauren stumbled over how to respond. Fortunately Hilda needed little explanation and drew her own conclusions as she pulled Lauren in out of the rain and stood her in front of the oven so she could warm up while she fetched her a towel or a blanket.

"Now don't go wandering off," she warned Lauren before rushing off, "This is a big place and it would be easy for a wee thing like you to get lost and we wouldn't want that now would we?"

"Weird," Lauren thought as she stood warming her freezing little body. The beefy caterer may have just been strange, but the condescending way Hilda had acted toward her made Lauren seriously wonder if she thought that she was younger than she really was or whether she just treated everyone like that. More importantly however she wondered if she should stay put and trust in this stranger to help her or try and find a phone...