She would prefer not to be the very first person to show up, but then... she doesn't have much else to do these days.
When she arrives - well-dressed, if a little understated, her hair up, for once - she pauses just outside the door to flick her cigarette onto the curb. Morgan's showy magic hangs in the air; Anna would be inclined to call it a waste, if it wasn't so effective. She's glad, once again, that she left most of the planning to her sister.
She steps inside, projecting calm self-possession. Smiling.