Ankh takes the woman's offered hand and gives her a good typical female once over. "Nice to meet you as well." Her voice is quiet, not wanting it to echo in the stillness of the room and not really wanting every other person in the room to hear her speak.
She isn't sure what to make of the woman really. The Gothic look had never been a fan of hers. Her skin tone was bad for it and her thin build only seemed to be accentuated with the use of dark colors and make up. As if she really wanted to accentuate how damn thin she is. Some women would, but Ankh was always bothered by her near skeletal frame. Maybe she should look into that. Being a Life Master does have it's advantages.
The woman seemed to wear the goth look well but then it made Ankh wonder if she could be taken seriously. She resists the urge to shurg at her own thoughts and turns her attention to the others entering the room. She doesn't wave or smile or nod in greeting to anyone who enters, she simply watches them arrive. Did they know what is going to happen tonight?
Probably better then she does.
She shivers slightly, feeling the cold touch of fate slide down her spine and feels the absense of her spells. The missing spells reveal her age and vulnerability, neither of which she wants to announce to the world. She looks at Animus and gives his shoulder a squeeze to let him know the support is still there but the body is leaving.
"I'm gonna go find a seat. I guess at the table?" She looks at the cloth covered table with uncertainty. She should probably wait, right? Shit.