Josephine waited outside Clarke's office in the Nox, clad in what had almost become her uniform of office: a velvet and satin jacket with silver piping, a silver blouse, and black slacks and flats. A purse carried her most important possessions: notebooks and pens. Oh, and her pistol, though that was more of a necessity than anything else. She wouldn't wish to be found wanting were she suddenly called upon to protect the Prince, after all.
Not that she expected she would have to. Not here, in the center of his power. It was at the edges of his empire that the Barbarians lurked, and though most were content to ignore them, the Reeve was not.
Hence why she was here...