Lottie bursts forward, gliding across the room with ease with her long legs. "Hey!" She snaps at a party-goer. "Get off the table, really not cool, man." She crosses her arms over her chest. Lottie is wearing a short pink skirt, maroon sweater, and adorning her typical faux leopard print jacket. She turns her head over her shoulder, seeming to register your existence. "Oh, hey." Lottie softens. "You know, for a second I thought you weren't coming."