Her name in an unfamiliar voice caught her attention from the second floor, where she had been detachedly turning over the room that once belonged to Alema. She hadn't touched anything, not yet, since Alema had left...but with the continuously arriving newcomers to the city, she was reminded of the establishment she had to run. People needed rooms, and as distraught as she had been over her friend's death...Alema wasn't coming back.
She appeared on the stairs, dressed in a pair of jeans formalized by a black tank top and blazer, coordinating sandals on her feet in lieu of business heels. Where Eve was professional and crisp, she was comfortable, her own blonde hair falling in long waves down her back. The still-growing puppy that Lindsey had named Cerberus (affectionately called 'Reb') was at her heels as she took the steps quickly, greeting the woman in the lobby with a friendly smile.
"I'm Cathy," she introduced herself, offering a hand. Reb hung back, wary. "Can I help you?"