Katie trudges slowly out of the freight elevator and into the penthouse proper, nodding to the servant and following her wordlessly towards the dining room. Why do Mr. Johnsons always want to meet in meatspace... she grumbles to herself.<br/><br/>The short, slender girl looks somewhat out of place in this ritzy environment. She's dressed plainly- a coat and long skirt in dark earth tones, tights and boots, a thick scarf wrapped around her neck. On a closer look, it betrays a very well coordinated sense of style, true, but it is the opposite of attention-grabbing. Her hair is short and brown, thick-rimmed glasses perched upon elfin features-pretty, yes, but otherwise unremarkable. Her face is impassive, but her eyes dart around the rooms she's lead to, seemingly perpetually distracted as she resisted the temptation to scan the area, forcing herself to remain in the real world for just a little while.<br/><br/>Finally she enters the dining room. She looks over the others for a moment, then crosses quickly over to the table and takes a seat as far away from anyone else as possible, quietly glowering. She’d wait to look them up later.