The receptionist nodded, leaning over to the phone, blowing a large bubble in her gum as she dialed the head of Arkham's extension, holding the phone away from her ear a bit as he ranted at her for being disturbed, before cutting her boss off. “Ya, someone's here to see ya, doc.”
She listened for a moment, before returning the phone to the cradle. “He'll see you in his office, down the hall, take a left, first door on the right.” she said, returning to filing her nails, blowing another large bubble.
Jonathan slammed the phone down in the cradle, muttering about needing to find a new receptionist as he waited for who he assumed was Jack, again, jerking a file out from under Enigma's thigh. The teenage thief raised an eyebrow at the mod doctor, before returning to her work on his computer, trying to separate files between actual Arkham business and his more...secretive notes, setting up traps for anyone trying to hack into the system as she sorted things.
She was leaning over his desk, half sitting, half laying, her glasses sliding down her nose as brown eyes scanned files faster then most could follow, long red pig tails falling over most of his paperwork, much to her temporary bosses annoyance. She could have easily worked from the visitor's chair, but annoying Jonathan Crane was a hobby no one could really resist, and despite their temporary truce, she was a Nigma...annoying people was in her blood.