The street was quiet, it at least as quiet of an area in Indianapolis could get. As her platforms pattered down onto the pavement she kept reciting the address over and over in her mind, matching the rhythm of the words to the pace of her walking. Checking her watch the time was drawing closer, 20 minutes to midnight and she still hadn't found the place. If her heart still worked it woud be a flurry of beats as the anxiety built in her chest. It didn't help that she felt like she was being followed. A few times she thought she'd caught a glimpse of something trailing her. Maybe it was an associate of this Riccard keeping tabs on her, perhaps it was an opportunistic thief believing a young woman to be an easy target, or more likely the stress of the upcoming meeting was getting to her head, making her overly paranoid. 

15 minutes to midnight and Elizabeth still felt horrendously lost as she walked around the long dark streets. The popular bars and clubs felt like they were a mile away as the buildings drew older, more decrepit and drab. Increasingly frequently windows were cracked or boarded. Elizabeth couldn't help but feel a shiver of involuntary fear at how rough this area of town felt compared to the warmth of the area she lived and frequently worked. Feeling a breeze she drew her jacket tighter, holding it together with an arm tightly clamped across her chest. 

With but 10 minutes before the meeting she believed she had found the place. There were two people loitering around outside. Kindred? The very thought put her on edge slightly. Outside of dealing with her Sire she'd never spoken to another one. It was a terrifying prospect. Edwin had thoroughly drilled into her how temperamental some clans could be, set off by the faintest faux par. As she gathered her courage she hung back, leaning against a building further up the street. In her head Elizabeth was practicing an exercise Edwin had designed to help her remember which clans to be careful about.

Nervously checking her watch again, she had 7 minutes until the meeting. Looking over at the other two they didn't really seem to be interacting all too much. Perhaps they're here for the same reason I am, she pondered; beginning to pace gently nearer to the address as the hands drew closer to midnight. One of them, a man, lifted his head slightly as Elizabeth approached, giving a weary nod before returning to whatever it was they were doing. The other hasn't seemed to have noticed her yet, which Elizabeth appreciated, as she clung quietly to the shadows and waited for this meeting to begin.