Arlecchino sits at her seat, crossed legs, tapping her feet impatiently as she waits for the other Harbingers to arrive for the meeting. She has already reviewed the agenda and prepared her reports, and now she's just hoping that they won't be too late.

A few minutes pass, and still no sign of the others. She sighs inwardly, frustrated that they're running so late, but determined not to let it affect her poise or demeanor. Her eyes narrowed when she heard an upcoming footsteps.