Lois breezed in wearing red slacks and a matching jacket that, when she removed it, revealed a much less professional white neck halter top that left her back exposed, and matched her heels. The agents on the door looked slightly confused as she strode past as though she owned the room and they were part of the scenery. She even flipped open her press ID and flashed it at one of them, like an electronic eye, on her way in.
"Sorry I'm late." She tossed her satchel onto one of the other chairs with just enough care that it indicated her laptop was in it, and tossed her jacket over it as well. "This Brexit bullshit has got the Planet in bigger a frenzy than Sea World during Shark Week. Hi Maria." She gave the Deputy Director a harried smile.
"I'm trying to get shipped over there, but Perry thinks it might be 'inadvisable,'" The air quotes were audibly implied and full of contempt. "If he sends Kat because she's blonde and blue-eyed - I told him I look good as a blonde, but he says I'm too well known, and Clark... hey, Eddie." Lois grinned, giving his shoulder an affectionate squeeze before sitting down. "Thanks for coming."
Now, perfectly focused, she said to Maria, "I'm assuming it's safe to talk here, otherwise we wouldn't be here?" She canted her head toward the third party. "I know what you're thinking, but I vouch for Eddie. I wouldn't have asked for his help if I didn't trust him, and you know I'm not an easy mark. " Lois sat back, crossed her legs casually. "She's a bitch," she said to Eddie. "But she's my bitch. I trust her, too."