Oh! Angel didn't want to intrude upon Hope's phone call. But to wait? Well, she didn't have much else to do. Glancing at the seat pointed to, the blond gave a nod and sat herself down. It was a careful, practiced sit. Today she wore a pastel blue blouse that had capped short sleeves and a line of ruffle following the open collar that plunged downward. The white lace of a camisole covered any open cleavage, though usually the camisole wasn't in place. This shirt, however, required one or else everyone would get a clear sight of her bra. Around her waist to her knees was a long skirt that flowed more than a pencil skirt, but was hardly much more than that. Pulling it all together was a 2" wide white belt around her abdomen, which hid the seam between her skirt and tucked-in shirt. Skin tone nylons on her legs and a pair of dark blue, suede pumps on her feet, Angel was a pretty little picture.
She fiddled with a ringlet of her loose, blonde hair, looking out the window before back at Adora.
"Maybe you can help meh," she paused quickly, eyes glancing down to look at the name plate on the desk. "Miss Adora. Ah've worked here before, but Ah just got back from a trip an' wanted ta check in. Do ya think you could do that for meh?"