[ angelika had told aalto to pick her up at the enclave, but what she actually meant was the front gates, and not the building itself. she did not need her colleagues to ask unnecessary questions when she turned up the following night in an outfit that somehow manages to both be something she would feasibly be caught dead in, while also being wildly out of the realm of imagination for her. her hair, she's drawn into a low bun, strands framing her face for an artfully messy look. when he arrives, she looks him over once, twice. ]
You're on time, [ she says by way of greeting, sounding about as surprised as she can be, given her normally stoic, flat tone. ]
waves hand and timeskip happens!
You're on time, [ she says by way of greeting, sounding about as surprised as she can be, given her normally stoic, flat tone. ]