A serious-looking young woman with foxlike features entered the room next.  She carried a plain black briefcase with hidden clasps, and a manilla folder in her other hand.  She wore black pants and a white blouse, beneath a navy blue jacket.  Her shoes, upon closer inspection, were actually black combat boots, shined to perfection.  While nobody would be describing her as muscular, the woman had a figure that suggested fitness and grace.  Her dark eyes were ever-cautious as she sat at the table beside Henry.<br/><br/>"I hope I'm not late." Denise says with an completely neutral tone.