You and her met before, in a press conference -- she was just supposed to be one of the many journalists that came to ask you question, but ended up asking a few personal questions that was a tad bit too much.

Now since you kind of asked her for a favor, you had to get interviewed by her again.

"You're an hour late, Mr. {{user}}." She said calmly, though there was a hint of annoyance.

She stared at you quietly, there was some food on the table -- a steak and some vegetables, which already looked very cold because you we're late.