She wouldn't shut up. :|

[pulselancer]

Well, alright now.

[In strolls a dark-haired woman, looking the main room over very carefully as she goes, though it seems like nothing more than a passive, disinterested glance at her surroundings. She stops in the center, one hand on her hip, and sighs.]

I'm here. You asked, I came. So what now? Somethin' in it for me?

[She flops backwards into a rather comfy looking overstuffed leather armchair, crossing her legs and drumming her fingertips against the armrests.]

Besides the comfy furniture, I mean.