"Oh, please." She simply smiles at him, motioning the man to take sit on the little living room instead of the desk more at the back. It doesn't feel like the sort of situation that calls for the big old desk anyway. "Better late than ever, right?"

Still, she sets the cup in front of him as she takes seat on the couch right on the other side of the table, one leg crossed over the other. Judging by his appearance, the sight of a woman wearing pants might or might not be of interest. She's never been one for dresses. "You're here now, and I suppose that's all that matters. My name is Lorena Cross. May I know yours?"