'Great,' Anita thought, 'People were actually going to show up'. Taking one more sip off coffee she hoped for the best. Raising she made her way over to the door and opened it. Trying to remind herself to smile she looked up at the man. Anita was short. Barely over five feet. She ended up looking up to almost everyone, yet she somehow the way she carried herself never made her seem week. "Welcome," she said to the Sith Lord, "Can I get you something to drink? Coffee?" She looked him over trying to read him, "Or maybe some tea?"
She had a feeling that there was someone out in the shadows, but made not sign of it. After being in so many scrapes as she had been she often knew when she was being watched by unseen eyes.