Vivian, however, was cold, despite being in the same room. She was sat on the opposite side, in a chair, sewing up a hole that had appeared in her skirt. The room was in silence, which she appreciated; she was working, Slater was reading... it was comfortable.
When the door opened and a boy came in, Viv glanced up, watching him. Slater didn't look at her as he told the boy to send in the guest, so she presumed she wasn't going to be required to leave. He would've made a point to make it obvious if she was. So she simply kept quiet, shifting in the seat and crossing one leg over the other. She'd never seen one of Slater's meetings before. Should be interesting.