Weetzie arrived right on time as promised, a smile on her lips. She hadn't had an opportunity to meet Dr. Gordon in person yet, only via a few emails, but she wasn't expecting the pretty woman in the wheelchair who was only a few years older than she herself was.
"I'm Weetzie Bat," she said warmly. She had a very sweet look to her despite the punky edge her platinum dreadlocks caused, and she wore dark-wash jeans and pink sneakers, a black t-shirt under a zippered jacket. "It's a pleasure to finally meet you in person, Babs," and a hand with sparkly blue nail polish held out to shake in greeting.