She appears just outside the Lorriane motel's parking lot, a leather tote bag sitting sealed on the ground just in front of her. The cut of the suit is fairly modest, but there's a certain pressed fineness to it that makes it a joy to wear. Her trusty wand thrums with the faint crackle of thunder at her hip, slotted into a faded leather holster concealed by the cut of her overcoat. It's a mostly cloudy, comfortably slightly cool day out, the sort that's a joy to walk in, with the barest touches of wind ruffling through her hair. 

It's time for her mission to begin.  

She appears just outside the Lorriane motel's parking lot, a leather tote bag sitting sealed on the ground just in front of her. The cut of the suit is fairly modest, but there's a certain pressed fineness to it that makes it a joy to wear. Her trusty wand thrums with the faint crackle of thunder at her hip, slotted into a faded leather holster concealed by the cut of her overcoat. It's a mostly cloudy, comfortably slightly cool day fading into dusk out, the sort that's a joy to walk in, with the barest touches of wind ruffling through her hair. 

It's time for her mission to begin.