Evangeline silently paced the grand entrance, evne as some of the waiters and even a bellhop tried to get her attention, they could ask the words or say whatever they liked, whether it was asking who she was looking for or trying to inform her where the dining area was, she ignored them, at one point it looked almost as if she were about to walk straight into one. In his confusion he barely had time to react before she literally walked right through him. She turned to a partly smoke-like substance and phased through him, appearing on the other side, ghostlike, ethereal, taking shape once more as if nothing had happened.

The young man patted himself, his face going sheet white, nothing had happened to him physically, though the look on his face said it all, he was as terrified as anyone else sensible enough to consider what had just happened. But Eva continued to pace quietly through the lobby, umbrella still held high. It wasn't uncommon for Magi to make displays like this, many were proud, arrogant, they enjoyed that little look of fear when a mundane person had to come face to face with their incredible talents. Although even other Magi were rarely aware of Eva's intentions.

Once she'd finally made a full circle of the reception area, she glanced at the doorway. It was almost as if it were right on cue that Alister would arrive. Typically when she was going to meet some-one, she would research them, their background, try to get a better understanding of them. But even if she'd bothered, details on him would have been obscure at least. She had opted for a new approach. After all, she was to be wed tot his man, why not get to know him personally?

She glanced around quietly. There was tension in the air. Now that she was actually looking at people, she could see representatives for each family, not only that, of companies that sometimes purchased the services of the two assassin families. Yet not even her own parents were here for the affair. Nor her younger sister, though at least the latter she could forgive, perhaps even given the small kindness of offering her the choice not to go.
On Alister's entry into the building, Eva stepped towards him quietly, she ignored the whispers off to the sides, the suggestions, the concerns about two such people being in the same room, two rising young legends of the shadowy underworld.

With each dainty step, the shadows that enveloped her began to fade as if being stripped away by invisible hands, tearing away piece-by-piece to reveal the womans figure, though she was sitll wrapped in a mantle that allowed her fine, thin arms and soft fingers to be seen since they still held her umbrella in place. Once she was close enough, say a meter or two away, she lowered the umbrella, allowing it to fold up and wrapping it softly with her hands before she made a polite courtesy to Alister, eyes focused on him, the emotionless mask of her face seeming to grow just a little warmer, a small smile forming,
"Good afternoon, monsieur Alister."