Payton turned around, slowly, taking in the courier dressed in a flamboyant cloak, no doubt to denote her job. Payton's face remained someone blank as she spoke up to the lady in red, "Of course, how can I help?" The words were friendly, but the voice was not. Despite the blank expression, and the helpful words, their seemed to be some kind of hidden venom to the way she spoke, as if she held contempt for the girl who had spoke to her. Payton placed a hand on her hip as she waited for the girl to reply, body language speaking of a woman whom was impatient with the current situation.