Or who, as it were.

Lady Heather has opted for something of a safe bet -- relatively tame considering her evening wear. It was obvious enough that she was here to meet Liir. As she stepped out of the elevator, she made a beeline for the boy's side and offered her arm, brow arched.

"Liir, I presume." Her smile tugs at the corners of her mouth, probably more genuinely friendly than he was expecting.