Roasting was perhaps an overstatement compared to how the wool-wearing hero felt at the moment, though it certainly wasn't a surprise that her choice of attire would earn a few odd looks in this set of weather. Long since receiving the morbid stitches that painted her body, the snow-crested woman had gotten used to large and warm clothes. Granted, just shy of ninety degrees was a kind of hot she'd rarely ventured outside in, for obvious reasons. [color=8493ca]"It is okay, Mori-san. I can stay by the entrance."[/color] Her voice would rise a bit, to bring more clarity rather than mumbles as her crystal-blue eyes followed Dimitri' walk towards the building, hints of uncertainty within the woman's gaze that went unspoken for now as she quietly followed along up until the skyscraper itself was but a few feet in front of her.

A bit to the left of the door, she would wait, occasionally throwing glances back at Cassie and Roland, as well as whoever left and entered the agency. It was perhaps a bit sad to say, but Nuime was good at looking bland and uninteresting to the ordinary crowd. Perhaps one reason that despite her faithful and plentiful active duty as a hero, had remained in the shadows of heroism behind more eye-catching individuals.