The woman flowed inside and out of the rain, taking a moment to look around [member="Seamus Valik"]'s office. Her attention was brought to the desk at first, investigating the noise of something seemingly thudding against the metallic desk, yet nothing moved. The office itself was clean, too clean perhaps. Not a speck of dust could be seen in the room, but some things seemed to be missing. There was the desk, the terminal, a few file cabinets and a couch that looked as if it had been through some hard living. There were no pictures on display, no complex maps of holopics and yarn, no personal mementos. The sole source of light was a lamp on the desk that looked to have been a hasty addition taken instead of replacing a breaker.
The woman seemed mostly unfazed, taking a moment after her initial glance to take off her coat and hand it to the Jedi Investigator in lieu of a coat rack. As Seamus took her coat he would see the green skin of her shoulders, left uncovered by a black dress that started an inch and a half below her collarbone. It hugged her frame and traveled down to her hips, before a slit opened up at the top of her right thigh, coming down and fanning out to show the tone of her leg. It wafted down above her ankles, not taking away from the height of her similarly black heels. She stepped out toward the couch and looked as if she wanted to sit, then thought better of it. Instead she opened her purse, barely large enough to fit a commlink, then pulled out a small rectangular case and opened it, bringing a cigarra to her lips.
"Care to give a girl a light Mr?" She let the last word hang, waiting for Seamus to give his name.
