She let herself in and closed the door behind her. She was young and petite, with short, straw-blond hair and big, cold blue eyes. "You know, even in my time, pappa and the others think you never sleep and are always working on paperwork or bossing them around." She stated simply, sitting down in a chair opposite his desk. She had on an outright sunny outfit - a knee-length a-line dress with a waist-length jacket - both the same color of orange, and a matching headband holding her short hair back. Her stockings made her legs look like they were made of three-dimensional stained glass, and her shoes were maryjanes and black. She crossed her legs at the ankles and tucked her feet under the chair, setting her camera on her lap, just inside her folded hands. "I know that isn't the case. You're just as human as every other person here in Mordhaus. You're just reserved."
She had her mother's smile. "I'm Skadi, by the way. I hope you don't mind my taking pictures of Mordhaus. I already assured you in my time that they're for my own personal collection, and will not be shown to anyone other than people who already have clearance. If you wish, I'll sign forms saying so. I just love the architecture and sheer vastness of it. The halls go on forever, and the main room! It's all a work of art."