Charlotte would race down the hall towards the meeting room, her chest pounding as she finally stopped outside the door. Leaning against the wall outside and taking a breath, she would think she was rather late, and wouldn't know how to explain it or even if this was the right room.

Slowly she collected herself. She was a bright, young, talented girl, and they needed her. Surely she couldn't be turned down just because she was a little late? 

Charlotte would open the door, a briefcase in her other hand, and slowly she would start to walk in. Looking around the room, she seemed out of place. Not even twenty, not gruff, or professional, just a girl in a dress. She might as well be heading to school with that look, and this might as well be a teachers lounge. 

"Hello, I'm Charlotte," she would say to everyone, observing them all and the grotesque display on the monitor with a bit of a start, "I hope I'm not too late, very sorry, is there anything I've missed?" She would take a seat wether one was offered to her or not, and patiently wait for either questions or answers."