Hitomi was exhausted. She wore a thin green sweater that was one size too big for her but also showed off a bit of her average cleavage. She wore a short black shirt that was covered by the length of the sweater. Underneath the skirt was black tights. Lastly she wore a comfortable pair of green and black flip flops. She had a carry-on pink laptop bag that hung from her shoulders like a backpack. Her hair was in a loose and somewhat messy bun. Compared to the extremely nice luxury airport lounge she was woefully underdressed.<br/><br/>Still Hitomi smiled politely as Docent introduced herself. She took the business card and tucked it in the side of her laptop bag.<br/><br/>"Thank you." she responded. Her Japanese accent was detectable, but over seven years of living in New York City made her English very understandable. She made her way over to one of the tables and set her bag down next to her. Within seconds one of the staff approached her and inquired if she'd like a drink. Hitomi simply ordered a diet soda since she'd already had an alcoholic beverage on her previous flight. It didn't take much for the Asian girl to get tipsy and she wanted to be completely sober while she enjoyed her vacation.