Cipher was a some kind of character for sure, at least from his initial look, plus clearly she had the whole hardened assassin look going, even little dangerous although that probably was the point. She had a good dark theme with nothing but black... and no shoes, uh a strange choice to put it lightly, Michel briefly, really just a mere flash, entertained the image of Cipher as a female John McClane, maybe without all those shards of glass and blood. 

Another thing he could say about the veteran is she didn't seem to be a people's person, seeing as she didn't even bother with a proper introduction before plopping down in a nearby table set, good news is she did offer him some soup, which nice, he guessed. 

"Alright, thanks then some food is great."

Michel ventured further into the suite, the ugly purple bag was tossed into a corner it felt good to relive his shoulder of the considerably heavy weight. Before he forgot Michel made sure to close the door behind him, privacy is preferable of course. The area was about as nice as the entire building, furnished well and if he were to guess it had to have a pretty hefty price tag attached. The pot sat on the stove as expected, along side the empty bowl and spoon. Vegetable and beef wasn't a bad combination, maybe uninspired but good none the less. 

With piping hot beef stew in hand Michel took his place across from the woman, again she didn't seem keen on talking, so with that in mind Michel decided just eating was a good idea, no telling what kind of person she really is just yet.