[A curt nod; at the appointed time she arrives. Her clothes are comfortable, on the consrvative side, not obviously chosen for flexibility or to hide her durable ceramic knives, although both were considerations. She considers bowing, like she would for Bruce, or Cass, or Bea, but in the end she simply presents herself, waits lightly on her feet to see how he'll begin. She's half expecting a worldless attack. She isn't tense with it, but she's ready to react, if it comes.]
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