OOC: Thanks for waiting for me, everyone.
IC: Fast on Kenichi's tail, a woman (or was it a man?) hobbled in, leaning heavily on a walking stick as she made her way slowly into the hall. (S)he wore the dust-encrusted overalls of someone who had been at the dig, but the loose grunge of denim could not conceal a beautiful, almost childlike frame beneath. His/her forehead, beneath the curls, was sunburnt, but the rest of his/her skin was too pale, and (s)he was sweatting more than the day's heat merited. Hardly looking at his/her surroundings, (s)he collapsed onto the first chair (s)he reached and called in a light voice, "Water, please?"