Hela for her part had developed into a morning person. After all surgeries were schedule in the morning, and when she became a coroner the dead waited for no one; however, they could wait until her ten o'clock shift started.
She came strolling up after checking the address on a slip of paper. Fair skinned, blue eyes, red lips, pretty dark green dress, black stilettos which exaggerated her long legs and height, and loose black tendrils of hair slipping down her shoulders. Yes, her nose catching the aroma of baked sweets told Hela she had arrived at her destination.
She smiled politely walking up to the seated man drumming some strange melody on the table and gently called.