DingThe polished steel doors of the elevator parted, opening into the hallway of conference room level. Half to her annoyance and half to her relief, Talia's stay in the foyer had proven longer than she anticipated. Given the nature of her previous assignment, she had consequently found herself engaged in a persistent stream of conversation with other agents connected to the case. She had answered questions as concisely as she could in the conscious effort to make it to her new team in a timely manner; but, as was the case with Bureau business, one question lead to another, and one conversation inevitably lead into the next without respite. Now, having left another brief meeting to fill in the replacements on her old assignment, she was free to move on to her new team.
Still, sensing an abundance of hostility about the conference rooms, she tread at a less-than-hurried pace, taking the time to tie her hair back into a bun... a more professional look was always preferable, and that much justified the unexcused tail-end of her tardiness.
She needed no directions as to which room she was headed; the raised, arguing voices had managed to carry to the end of the hall, even cutting through the elevator doors when it had arrived on the floor. Even that, however, was almost minuscule next to the aggressive sensations emanating from that point, which, even back in the foyer, seemed to press its weight upon the facility. Thinking, then, that she might be of some help to de-escalating the situation(s), she wasted no further time, immediately entering as soon as she arrived that the door.
Stepping into the conference, room, she took advantage of a brief break in the discussions, and cleared her throat loudly.
@KatherinWinter((Haven't been able to completely commit to memory who else is in the room. I'll get the hang of the tagging business over time)).
