To say the least, Catori was a little surprised and incredibly disappointed. She was the only one dressed for the job and everyone appeared to be [i]far[/i] younger than she was. If she were being honest it made her a little self-conscious. As far as things looked everyone was applying for something entry-level, which would explain the young faces she'd seen. She was probably the only member applying for Silver, indoc must have been done all at once to save time which would explain the urgency for showing up on the date they were meant to. Still, it was incredibly unprofessional to appear for first assignment wearing whatever the hell you felt like. She could even smell the liquor wafting off one of the women from five paces away. Cat sincerely hoped that they wouldn't all be looked at for the same position, she found it said something that someone who decided that ripped jeans and combat boots were appropriate attire to a federal business function outright mocked her professionalism. Of course, she didn't say that out loud. Her blank stare tended to speak for her, sipping her coffee as she scanned the group with judgmental eyes.

[color=662d91]"Would if we could,"[/color] sighed Catori toward Mirela, [color=662d91]"I can't open the gate. Sierra says she's an agent, though she can't-"[/color]

[i][b]THWANG~![/b][/i]

[color=662d91]"...open the gate either. Not for a lack of trying, of course."[/color] The psychologist sipped her latte lazily as the sunny girl attempted to kick the gate down, her expectations of how today was going to go plummeting faster every moment. When she saw Jimbo next she was going to slap the ever-loving shit out of that well-meaning bastard. She'd expected to arrive early and be met by a greeting agent and immediately taken to review her position, just the formalities, but her she was on a soggy morning watching a self-proclaimed federal agent attempt to scale the wall to her own facility. At least she wasn't the only one who had qualms about how bad an idea of jumping the fence to SEO HQ was, though for much different reasons than Kenzie did.
[color=662d91]"[i]*siiigh...*[/i] Please don't get arrested and ruin my first impression,"[/color] she complained. Any other place she worked for someone would've already been out on the terrace with a weapon drawn against someone attempting to trespass into a government facility, detainment was a little lenient but maybe she could get lucky enough for a warning. Either way she suspected that some blame would be thrown her way for this irresponsible behavior.

[color=662d91]"So I take it from the fact that everyone introduced themselves immediately without a clue about what's going on that everyone here's new to this facility,"[/color] she commented, [color=662d91]"Looks like we're off to a fantastic start."[/color]  Her comment was directed at how everyone was... mostly on time except for the escort designated to meet them though it could be taken many ways. She sipped her coffee nonchalantly with her observation, unphased by the general madness and confusion around her. Wasn't her problem until it was assigned to be, Cat didn't consider herself officially part of the group yet anyway. At least not without a badge. Still, she had a sinking feeling that her fears would be confirmed and she'd be placed in charge of the band of misfits. The medium began to question her odds of how soon she could nail down paid-time off when someone scurried out of the grand oaken doors, another adolescent. Ricci was beginning to see a pattern. Maybe the questions about annual leave time could be put on hold to make sure that she wasn't about to shafted in the screening process. Anything less than LEO 10 Step 5 and she'd laugh in their faces, flip them off, and pay her own way back to Boise. Hush-hush or not the government had rules for federal employment, Cat was already intimately familiar with those rules and jaded enough to apply legal action if they jerked her around. Nothing was getting signed today until specific questions were answered in writing, that was a fact.

Cool emerald eyes tracked the younger woman as she hurried to the gate, asking meekly for Sierra to please not storm the grounds which caused a ghost of a smirk to curl at the sarcastic psychic's lips. Gotta find enjoyment in the little things, not like today's about to get much better anyway if that morning was a good omen. She'd noticed how the girl didn't have an aura until she passed through the gate, confirming her suspicion about the spiritual blockade. Made sense to have a defense against astral Peeping Toms and nefarious scryers. It made her wonder if it was a presence or merely a screen, but she'd find out soon enough once she was inside. Catori's heart sunk lower as Kenzie, the woman that smelled like a Jersey Turnpike, produced her official SEO license upon request. One of two things were clearly evident: either she had misjudged everyone around her a little too harshly and a little too early... or she was [i]incredibly[/i] overqualified for this position. She really hoped it was the first one.

[color=662d91]"Yes, give me just one seeeeec..."[/color] Cat muttered, putting on a balancing act with her umbrella, purse, and coffee before deciding to say [i]screw it all[/i] and set the latte on the ground. Reaching into her purse the woman produced a dark leather work binder with various tabs, opening it toward the front to display her offer letter clipped to the second page.
[color=662d91]"My name is Catori Ricci. I don't have a license, but I'm sure my offer letter will work. I also have a copy of my record jacket from the Boise Police Department which extends to my history in corrections and copies of my LEO background check if necessary."[/color] The psychologist had sold herself a bit short to be fairly honest. Basically her entire life history from birth certificate to Proofs of Residence lied inbetween pages of the smooth black folder, with a most updated copy of her resume for good measure. Even if she had less than a work week to hash everything out Cat made sure she had every conceivable document they could ask for neatly taken care of. There shouldn't be any surprises waiting for her. Well, unless they offered her some suspicious punch, but Catori was already half-expecting that.