There's a pretty lady (sorta familiar) making her way down the alley. Jay tightens her grip on the box on her hip, but the woman doesn't seem to notice. She approaches the door and murmurs a quiet "excuse me" in Jay's direction. [color=aquamarine][i]Nope[/i][/color]. Jay's hand closes around the brunette's wrist, pausing her mid-knock.
"[color=aquamarine]Can I help you?[/color]" she growls, letting her low voice drop further than usual. Strange sense of familiarity or not, her client (and by extension, her paycheck) is on the line. [color=aquamarine][i]Who the he-[/i][/color]. Her hand drops, and she takes a step back apologetically.
"[color=aquamarine]Lady N. Didn't recognize you, ma'am.[/color]" Jay'd been notified that she'd be involved, but they hadn't been expecting her for several hours. Jay bangs on the door, and the hatch swings open. She exchanges quick words with the man on the other side, then turns back to Natalia.
"[color=aquamarine]You're early, so they're not quite ready for you. Would you mind waiting here with me?[/color]" She pulls off the long coat to reveal another coat underneath and offers it to the poorly insulated woman.
"[color=aquamarine]It may be a bit.[/color]"