The bank itself was a two, maybe three story bulding from the ground up. It was nice and well polished, with that beige coloring and stone marble that you'd expect to see inside of a bank. The main counter had about ten different sections, but only four of them in the center being manned at the current time. Two women were working at the counter right next to each other, oblivious to anything but their work. Meanwhile, another woman, further down on the counter, had just sat down and began her own work. She wasn't very pleased, especially with the rather loud groaning and near yelling of a man in the restroom. She wondered why he had to be so excessive.

The floor made an awful sound with every little motion, like it'd break into pieces at any second. The others in line before Rosemary were sure to comment about the floor. Some even made the apparently wise decision to simply come back at a later date, shortening the line just a little. 

Tatiana herself had entered the office of one Mister Sloan, one of the longest employees at the bank. He was a rather rotund man, happy and jolly nonetheless. He was in for quite a surprise when he saw Tatiana sitting there, and chuckled nervously as he made his way to his desk. "Hello, Miss. Are you another hoping to set up an account with us? A friend of the last man who was here, possibly?" Mister Sloan did hope that the man who was there only minutes ago had sent in good word to his friends. It was even so fast that the man's briefcase was still on Mister Sloan's desk, ready to be opened and put away into the vault for safe keeping.