The door to the north stairs swings shut with an audible metal click, clear enough to be heard, but not loud enough to spark an alarm in him.  Quitxi knows that her partner has been a little... edgy... and to interrupt his reflection might be a little dangerous.  She is one of the few he's ever met who is capable of sneaking up on him under any circumstances, but clearly that isn't her intention.<br/><br/>She stays by the door until he acknowledges her, standing with her hands in the pockets of her long coat, unbuttoned and open at the front to expose her high-collared, slick black bodysuit... the garment is sleeveless and legless, assembled with buckles that start under her chin and complete a row all the way to where the garment disappears below her matching black skirt, the hem stopping mid-thigh on her athletic legs, which themselves disappear into thigh-high boots with heels high enough to be considered... excessive.<br/><br/>Her full, pursed lips are a deep burgundy color, slightly open as if she is prepared to speak, showing even white teeth with subtly pointed canines.  Her gently pointed ears protrude slightly from the black tresses that frame her face and hang almost to her shoulders, and from under that hair the silvery markings of her unique form peek, marking the back and sides of her neck, edging in from the back of her head to dissipate at the line of her distinct cheekbones.  Beneath her full breasts, the silver and black grips of two blades edge up at under her ribs from where they are holstered at her narrow waist.<br/><br/>Quitxi speaks softly, knowing he'll hear, in that shy way that contrasts so much with her bold appearance.  "I thought I might find you here."  A breeze moves through the city, stirring her coat and hair, adding motion to her silhouette framed against the night sky and streetlights.