At the sound of the new arrivals, Cat's eyes immediately flicked toward toward them. She bit her lip against a bit of a smile at the woman's complaint - much more ardent than her own, but not entirely unfounded. For a moment, she watched, leaning against the concierge's desk - but only a moment. Then, she shifted, moving toward the newcomer and her canine companion.
"Strange for them to have skimped on things like electricity and the elevator for such a posh building, no?" she said with good humor as she approached, bending just a bit to offer the dog the opportunity to sniff her hand when she arrived. "But at least there's the beach."
Her accent was distinctly southern English, but there was a very subtle lilt to it that suggested something a bit more Mediterranean.
"Catherine St. Giles," she said with a smile, offering her hand to the other woman for a shake. "Though please, call me Cat."