The knock that came next was heavier, a precise rhythm of three more meant to announce her presence than to seek permission to enter. There was only a brief pause before the door handle turned and clicked open, allowing a woman into the room. She was unusually tall-- but that was hardly the strangest thing about her, not with her wild hair, all blue braids and untamed dreadlocks down her back, and those eyes, pupil-less white made all the more dramatic by almost tribal markings streaked down her cheeks.

This woman-- this strange, striking woman-- quietly shut the door behind her. She didn't move to take a seat or approach the desk, only lingering by the entry with her arms loosely folding over her chest. The heavy weight of her stare found Norman first, resting on him a moment with some sort of vague displeasure before moving onto their guest.

When she spoke, her voice was soft, controlled, and precise on every syllable.

"I assume this is Dr. Chilton."