The old, familiar scent and sound of family hits Persephone almost first thing in the door, and her eye catches a man beckoning her.  Smiling as though she's expecting to see him, she heads directly for the table as though this is planned and she knows precisely where she is going and to whom she will be speaking...a simple deception, meant for the normal folk in the bar.  Coming closer, she catches other scents as well, and her gaze sweeps the others as she nears the table, memorizing them.<br/><br/>Taking an open seat, she sets her briefcase down.<br/><br/>"Well met," she smiles at Paul.  "No doubt I've missed all the interesting banter, but I had a meeting go overtime.  These things happen.  So, appetizers before sales pitch, or is this strictly business?"