Veronica sat there, legs crossed in a lady like fashion and perfect posture, hands resting over one another on her lap. She had her hair pulled back in a tightly drawn ponytail, thin, black rimmed glasses rested on the bridge of her nose. They were for reading mostly but tended to wear them most of the time, simply because she'd forget she had them on. Unless it was one of those often times she'd lose them by leaving them on top of her head, as good a memory as she had remembering her own things was quite the task. She was wearing a light grey pant suit, while it was somewhat form flattering it still screamed strictly business. The white button up shirt underneath the unbuttoned grey suit jacket was non-sheer and one button away from being completely buttoned. She was wearing a pair of black short-heeled pumps, the top hiddened partly by the length of her pants.<br/><br/>Her eyes often gazed between the man and woman in front of them, in her mind she thought them to possibly be holograms seeing how they were dressed in such old world fashion and reading a newspaper. The last time she personally saw a newspaper was in one of her father's history books. Though she saw no reason to be concerned about it, there were so many images and props in the cube what was a couple more?<br/><br/>She was rather curious as to why they had called in a bunch of rookies to see the big boss himself. She didn't believe it was a conduct issue or perhaps something to do with a lack in performance. At least on her part, she was sure of that. She just hoped the career change was worth the pay cut, and why were the others called in all women? Her eyes glanced at the others now through the thin lenses of her glasses but not a word was spoken from her lips. She wasn't exactly the social type in the first place let alone to others she didn't even know.