She snaps a couple of quick pictures, recognizing the voice and recognizing also that its owner would want her to finish what she's doing before addressing him.

There it is again, that dumb sense of pride at remembering something basic.

She straightens and grins up (way up), at Steve. He's got almost a whole foot of height over her, after all. "Hey Mr. R."

Sarah settles her camera against her chest on its strap, reading the notice over again. "It's funny, I don't think I really paid attention to these before, y'know? I mean, I had to have noticed them, they're everywhere, but I never really noticed them either."

There's a reason she uses a visual medium and not a verbal one.