She had just finished up with a job, someone had fallen down out here, an owner, and of course jobs like that were given top priority over the others, so she'd been told to leave her post at the Medical Center and come out here immediately, so she had. The man hadn't been very thankful--that she could handle, but he'd been downright rude, so she was on edge, very close to being irritated. Perhaps a nice, hot steaming cup of green tea would help, but she would have to get back to be able to get to one, so she hurried, her booted feet falling heavily against the ground.
Today the fairly tall woman was dressed in a long, flowing deep green skirt with black swirls all over it and a black halter top that looked as though it could have been fashioned after a corset, a long black coat on atop of that, her usual black boots with the lime green laces on her feet, her hair tied back into a tight bun, her eyes ringed with black, her lips also the same color.
Through the corner of her eye she saw a young woman attempting to hand someone a piece of paper who was giving her the brush off. The woman looked confused and lost, and here they were treating her like she was some kind of dangerous menance. She rolled her eyes and walked up to the young woman, perhaps appearing slightly haughty.
She extended a hand, nails of such hand painted forest green, and took the piece of paper, green eyes scanning what was on it. "It is an invitation. It says you are invited to a ball." She informed her in that slightly cool, no nonsense tone of voice of hers.