It was beautiful when it rained in reasonable force. Clouds above provided a cascade of water down the roadway, spanning route one eighteen like a gigantic black serpent. These fell with good weight onto the glass of the rather sleek vehicle Katrina now sat behind the wheel. Her blue eyes watched the distorted building to her left with muted stoicism. A slender finger rubbed at the back of the wheel as she'd hear the engine idle quietly among the patter of rain. Had circumstances been different, she might have found some comfort in this. Sadly, such things could not be fully appreciated today, nor should they. Today was not about her.

Instead, she would now find herself awaiting her boss again as usual. Such things did not bother her, yet today offered a difference to the regular routine. Alphonse Gambino was in clear pain. It did not take some psychic savant to see that much. Others had struggled to read into the Machiavellian demeanor of her compatriot; however, Katrina always did seem to be more on the target than most. In this case, things had become blatant. The loss brings out many emotions in anyone, even ones most considered heartless. Case in point? Alphonse Gambino was fighting to remain composed, and Katrina knew it.

A finger neatly tucked a strand of silver hair behind an ear as she flicked the key into the off position. Her frame rose as the door was pushed open, not with force like Alphonse before her, but with an almost pristine grace. Katrina Richter would exit the vehicle under the same grace though at no less of a hurried pace than the man who came before her. While not nearly as towering as her counterpart, she was all the same, rather tall herself. Her frame was built more like an athlete's than some barroom brawler. The attire she wore was muted in style and color.

In a rare moment, she'd worn a suit in some time, the whole ensemble black, as if she'd already accepted her role as a mourner. Regal features calm and serene even as the rain pattered against the black umbrella, which she had quickly opened upon exit of the vehicle. Her long silver hair was tied back into a high bun on her head. Mostly kept in that manner to keep some professionalism and ultimately play the role of the unassuming driver to the extent it was needed. After all, she wanted to avoid garnering attention beyond what was required. There would be other times when she could play peacock in front of an audience.

The slight splash of her well-shined black shoes on the pavement would cause her to wince ever so slightly. She'd have to note their condition when she could make the time. She did not like spoiling the items she had been gifted, even if it was a necessary evil in this case. She casually allowed her eyes to scan the parking lot and approached the door. Not bothering with the almost wild western-styled showdown with the place as she would slip inside. Her presence, in the habit she always had, was rather subtle. Some much so that the untrained eye might miss her entering. Katrina always had an uncanny ability to sneak up on people without trying to startle them. The Heliolisk, if observant, might try to halt her progress. She, if confronted, would simply gesture towards Alphonse and whisper in a hushed but rather gentle tone, "I am a party to him."

Regarding the two individuals in conversation before her, Katrina would keep her introductions formal and to the point as they might have been about to step off. "Not to worry, Sir. The rain nor the valiant doorman could keep me at bay for long though he was rather dashing in his efforts." She would give a polite smile to the good doctor as she'd give a relatively simple introduction using the information compiled beforehand by Alphonse. Most of what they had was the website's information on the name of the acting medical staff, though that information was good enough for this. "Good Afternoon, Doctor McKenna. I would be the driver to whom he is referring." A brisk greeting as she'd, with practiced motions, close up the umbrella she'd carried in. Letting the black object rest at her side as she'd allow her blue eyes to trail between all individuals present.

@katrina

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