[color=f7976a]"Nothin' sweeter than the ocean wind..."[/color]

Robyn would mutter as her eyes gaze upon the darkened horizon. Montag Detectives LTD, a most interesting opportunity for the still rookie detective and yet... All Robyn could think about was how- [color=f7976a]"-Terrible this place is."[/color] Her desire to wear something formal to first meet her, hopefully, future co-workers had only harmed the rookie as the industrial wind slices along her skin, carrying gods-know what soot-ridden disease might just lurk in the corporate lungs the people of New Haven use to breathe.

The girl wouldn't stand still for long, her desire to find some form of shelter had only increased as she's reminded of the hardships she faced when young as the air chips away at her skin some more. It wouldn't take her long to reach her destination, a shabby looking warehouse that looked as if it was about to collapse under the weight of the heavy air. After checking her watch to make sure she was on time, she'd take the first steps inside. The familiar smell of smoke would fill her lungs as she looks towards the bar, long abandoned by any of it's caretakers and lit sparsely by candles so weak one might mistake it for a crack den. Even so, the meagre light provided was... Comforting.

Though, comfort seemed to be thrown out of the window as she looked towards the ruby haired Madame sat behind a hodgepodge of wood and crates. This set-up certainly didn't seem the most appealing and she wasn't afraid to raise her brow about it. The lady sat behind the mess of a table however, caught her interest, she seemed far too out of place for the environment she was in. Almost.. Sterile. Angelic. The pure white of her coat and the rest of her attire seemed odd to the detective. How someone could keep their clothes so clean in this city was... Astonishing, to say the very least. It would contrast with Robyn's own attire, wearing a completely black suit and shirt. The only pop of colour being her eyes and a red tie around her collar, not too dissimilar to her usual attire.

[color=f7976a]"This place is for Montag whatever ya call it, right?"[/color] 

Her voice would echo into the almost empty chamber the warehouse provided. The lady didn't seem to move from the task in-front of her. One that had her flicking paper... Robyn had gotten curious about what it was the paper held, but shrugged off the thought of looking any closer as she assumed it was information on the "candidates" that Montag Detectives LTD had been searching for. Given a few minutes Robyn would finally enter the room, having been welcomed by the lady in a soft, friendly and yet... All too calm voice.

At least she was right about the papers being about the candidates, she thought to herself.

Robyn approached the girl slowly, the set-up in-front of her looked so rushed and yet the air in the room felt just as professional as a well-crafted interview room would. She noticed the girls eyes, odd as they seemed. And made a mental note of each detail about the lady and the situation they're in that intrigues her. While her mind would race to put these thoughts into a list, she'd offer sincere smiles and greetings to those that enter after her, choosing to make herself comfortable on one of the chairs on the outside. 

[color=f7976a]"Y'all alright? Horrible weather out there, as usual. Pleasure to meet you all."[/color] Robyn would say to her to-be companions with a smile, all but hiding Robyn's truer emotions behind an outgoing mask. Though that may be how the girl thinks, excitement would only grow deep within her as she awaits Montag's own arrival.