So he let the jet land. That was promising, or he liked being close for the kill. She stepped down the stairway, dressed sharply. It was a tricky balance to pull off, the Madripoori dress showing that yes she had the shape to attract the eye, but she wasn't blatantly trawling for tricks, simply confident and sure of herself.
She walked to the throne room, escorted by Doom bots and servants. It was big, intimidating and spartan, only the man and his throne to draw the eye. And he was doing his brooding wall of adamantium attitude she saw so often.
"Greetings Doctor Von Doom," she smiled at him and curtsied elegantly. "It is a honor to meet you. I'm known, as you undoubtedly already know, as Viper or Madam Hydra. I am here to seek an audience with you."