"No."

And so the first visitor sat down, without a drop of coffee to her name.

People from Portland can be weird.  That's the whole gimmick in some peoples' eyes; "Keep Portland Weird" has been a motto for some years now because of a perception that people moving in from out of town [s]california[/s] are diluting the unique character of the city, its places and people.  Portland is celebrated for its oddity.  What else is there to this place?  And yet, at the same time, this quality isn't appreciated elsewhere...

The people who desire that weirdness can live in Portland all they want.  People who [i]do not[/i] want to interact with it stay the hell away, even if it's the most populous city in the state by far.

This is an important thing to note because this lady broadcasted her regional allegiance for all to see.  It was clear she was attempting to go for business casual, button-up shirt and shoddily-wound tie and slacks and all that, but apparently she ran out of good dress shirts to wear.  One could conclude this when seeing "KEEP PORTLAND WEIRD" with a silhouette of what could only be described as Bigfoot smoking a fat doink across her backside.  Either she was strapped for better options, or she just...was a fucking weirdo.  Both were correct.

No suitcase, but instead a cloth instrument bag that wasn't being used for its original purpose.  The heavy, rectangular shape at one end sure looked like the outline of a hammer or a brick or something, and it was evidently the only thing in said sack.  As she sat at one of the chairs, she laid the bag across her lap and looked down into its murky depths...whispering something, awaiting a reply...

Honestly maybe this lady wasn't a worker for the Agency and just was some crackhead who got to the coast instead of bumming around Multnomah somehow.