Becca looked relatively relieved, "well at least I'm in the right place it seems," she said mostly to herself, largely ignoring the men with firearms pointed at her. She brushed some of her firey red hair out of her face and turned her attention to the woman behind the counter. She took several slow deliberate steps towards the desk and leaned over, her cleavage threatening to leave the v-cut outfit she wore. She rested her head on her hands and spoke, "I certainly hope so," she said smiling.<br/><br/>"I'm Rebecca Cairnstars, perhaps you've heard of me? Actress, model, singer," pausing, "just nod your head sweety. Myself and a good friend of mine were hoping to speak to Mr. Luthor. I'm terribly sorry for being here without an appointment,  but it was really such short notice. May we please be allowed up to see him?" She asked with such societal grace, looking the woman up and down, hoping things wouldn't have to go the hard way.