The drive was pleasant, and changing cars tickled her. How very paranoid of him. But he hadn't become what he was by being trusting, so she'd forgive it. She ignored the drivers themselves, checking mail from a few potential clients as they drove, when she wasn't looking out the window, and dismissing them all as unsuitable. Too desperate, too poor, too - good god that request was disgusting, even to her - depraved.
After the changeover she started to focus more on the imminent meeting than her phone, although she continued to stare idly at it. She hadn't really decided what she intended to gain from the evening, other than the pleasure of meeting the man who met no one. He was just as fascinating as Sherlock, if not more so. Although not, from what she had seen on the boards, as good looking. Definitely lacked the cheekbones.
When they pulled up in from of the restaurant she smirked. This would not have been her choice, but of course he knew that. And, after all, Kansas hadn't been a choice for either of them. She stepped out of the car elegantly, simply nodding to the driver in acknowledgment of his words, and made her way into the building and up the stairs, ignoring the curious locals. Let them stare. Unless they wanted to get on their knees and prostrate themselves (and pay well for the privilege), they were of no interest to her.
She slowed slightly as she reached the top of the flight, making sure she was "composed", as he'd say. She pushed open the door slowly, and met his eyes immediately, returning the smile. It wasn't as cold as his, but it wasn't far off either.
Calmly walking the few steps from the door to the table, she extended a hand cordially. "Mr Moriarty. It's nice to meet at last." She scanned him quickly and her smile widened, almost mischievously. "I like your suit."