(http://www.geldik.org/wp-content/uploads/2009/08/gothic-hair.jpg)<br/><br/>"Hello?" A petite, dark-haired woman peered into the room, registering couches, people, coffee machine-- "Ooh, coffee. Perfect." She poured herself a cup, and added a more-than-generous quantity of sugar, before turning to the man who stood beside the machine.<br/><br/>"Hey, Richard. So who's who, here?"<br/><br/>The appropriate introductions being made, she raised her coffee cup in a small salute to the group. "Cheers. I'm Threnody Sokolova." Indeed, there was a very faint Russian accent overlaying the predominant American one. "Astral projector," she added cheerfully.<br/><br/>She strolled over to the nearest couch, and sat cross-legged on it, sipping at her coffee.<br/><br/>Threnody seems, to anyone's senses, ordinary enough. There's the slightly musky scent of a deodorant most likely marketed to men. The black boots that hug her legs are real leather, not synthetic. And her heartbeat is steady and calm... she's not at all anxious about being here.