Petit arrived in her usual style, which was to say from the rafters! as calm and collected as ever, wearing a rather more formal shade of black than she tended to, bag slung over her shoulder, just in case.
She arched a brow, just slightly, as she was shown into the office by one of the hooded guards, shrugging as they vanished again, padding over to perch, "So," she said conversationally, "You're the same guy, but not, right?"