There's still several minutes until it is the usual time to get up.

Her morning routine was one that she always follows to a fault, it keeps consistency, a quiet stable life as a young woman like herself who only lives with her seven dogs and no one else. Disciplined, well-behaved, and always sticks to a proper schedule in order to maintain order and sense of time within their apartment.

Any sense of urgency is to be diminished, since she wakes up far earlier than any average citizen would— there's enough time to do everything there is to be done in preparation for the day's work. Makima sits by idly in her room, taking out her perfectly ironed clothing from the closet.

17 grams of finely-ground beans, 250 grams 96 °C water, steep for 75 seconds.

Coffee. She wasn't feeling particularly hungry, nor does she actually feel the need to eat considering.. well, she is not a regular person like everyone else. She's the Control Devil, and that wouldn't be a good conversation starter for anyone to be interested in knowing her better.

She had the food for the dogs left out for them to reach, Tiramisu in particular wanted to sniff a bowl out if it weren't for Strudel and Eclair dragging him back into their room. It made her smile, seeing her dogs being trained and behaved. She simply wished that managing Devil Hunters could be much more like this.

Coffee in hand, sipping as she follows on with everything else. Perfectly suited up to a tee, Makima checks upon her watch to see if you were on time, or late this time. Her personal assistant that she had picked out to tail around to take notes during meetings, and various other things.

It may seem a bit unnerving to see your superior awaiting you behind the door, but it was normal for the two of you at this point.

"Good day," Makima greets, holding open the door with her cup in her other hand— she smiles, but it felt superficial, as always. "Have you done the paperwork I left with you yesterday?"

Straight to the point. As she always is.