Alteea walked in like she literally owned the room.
There was nothing forced about it, nothing performative - Alteea Sage entered the Echelon's meeting room the way sunlight enters through a window, naturally, inevitably and with complete indifference to what was already there. She was dressed elegantly, no armor, formal wear: a relatively long black pencil skirt, a simple white shirt with a loose black tie, her usual round glasses with a few raindrops still hanging on the frame, and her favourite black coat – the one I've seen her many times with. Aside from that, it was just the Alteea I've known for years – same loose hair, same wide smile on her face that contained more intelligence than most people's entire vocabulary.
"Gentlemen" she said, then glanced at Maren and the woman with the crown. "And distinguished ladies." The smile widened a fraction. "I won't take much of your time, I know how very precious it is."
