[ The inexact directions make it easier on her. Though she'd likely not bother with subterfuge if asked, it's a reason to get a feel for the area. When she's satisfied and without being late, she'll approach the fidgety man openly.
When she walks, her steps are short and measured but confident. Arms at her sides, loose, posture easy and straight that projects a sense of being entirely aware of herself physically. She's not bothering to hide that she sweeps her surroundings steadily as she moves, there isn't any reason to pretend otherwise. The kind of subterfuge that she engages in isn't to seem to be harmless.
Annie Leonhart barely tops out at five feet tall, her build the kind of slender that suggests she's been poorly fed in the past and only very recently begun to eat well, and she's all lean muscle. She's dressed unremarkably in a white hooded sweatshirt, pants of the same color, and simple, serviceable leather boots. There's no bother for emblem or insignia of whatever organization she was a part of in any of this. There's a knife tucked in one boot that she's apparently not fussed to conceal with how the hilt juts out enough to make it easy to grab, but that's the apparent extent of her weaponry. Of course, there are only a handful of people here that have any idea whatsoever that the plain iron ring she wears is an indicator of just how dangerous a weapon she has available to her.
She stops just shy of two meters away from his bench, does another visual sweep that looks surprisingly casual when she's at rest, and says nothing. ]
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When she walks, her steps are short and measured but confident. Arms at her sides, loose, posture easy and straight that projects a sense of being entirely aware of herself physically. She's not bothering to hide that she sweeps her surroundings steadily as she moves, there isn't any reason to pretend otherwise. The kind of subterfuge that she engages in isn't to seem to be harmless.
Annie Leonhart barely tops out at five feet tall, her build the kind of slender that suggests she's been poorly fed in the past and only very recently begun to eat well, and she's all lean muscle. She's dressed unremarkably in a white hooded sweatshirt, pants of the same color, and simple, serviceable leather boots. There's no bother for emblem or insignia of whatever organization she was a part of in any of this. There's a knife tucked in one boot that she's apparently not fussed to conceal with how the hilt juts out enough to make it easy to grab, but that's the apparent extent of her weaponry. Of course, there are only a handful of people here that have any idea whatsoever that the plain iron ring she wears is an indicator of just how dangerous a weapon she has available to her.
She stops just shy of two meters away from his bench, does another visual sweep that looks surprisingly casual when she's at rest, and says nothing. ]