[center][h1]Sofia Stien: Icehouse Hideout[/h1][/center]

Sofia looked around the room as she entered like any normal person would do. Her gray sweater had its hood pulled up and was matched by her gray sweats, coming to a halt just above her somewhat ragged shoes. The room itself seemed to be sort of training are mixed with a living space. All things considered it was fairly nice. Naturally she stepped forward and grabbed one of the offered cups of coffee before taking a seat. Sofia said [b]"Thank you."[/b] quietly and began sipping her coffee, staring into the liquid while waiting for further information. She was slightly curious as to why she'd been offered this 'job' of sorts and felt carrying through with it might be worthwhile. In what way she couldn't say though, so call it a hunch. After all things couldn't get much worse than they'd been before.