The door opened before her, what was she expecting?<br/><br/>A sly smirk, which was more of a grin, appeared, as fast as it was gone. She finally saw what lied therein behind the door that the man was kind enough to open. A figure stood before them - glasses, small earrings, long, flowing dark auburn hair down to her shoulders. Black formal vest, and a dark blue collared undershirt, with a medium skirt to match her appearance, the stockings of her outfit just passing over her thighs;<em>She was all business, and impressions</em>. Orbs of dark green scanned the inner surroundings of the area, before her gaze was brought back to the two.<br/><br/><strong>"Well, hello there."</strong><br/><br/>She smiled, waiting to be acknowledged, one hand adjusting her glasses. This was about to be a new experience, for the woman they called Alana, but somehow, she had a feeling that her name wasn't important to the both. From the moment she saw them, she could feel, and see quite the bond they hand.