Lurine Hollister, darling. Not quite a pleasure to be meeting under these circumstances but one must work with what one has at the time.

[Lurine looked quite....ostentatious in the pink robe that she was wearing, the clothes she'd been wearing when she'd gone to bed the night before. Waking up not being in her usual mansion with the swimming pool right outside had been a bit disorienting but she was swiftly recovering. After all, having lived such a long life meant that very little surprised Lurine for long.

She flipped her hair back over one shoulder and looked around. While she seemed a little vapid, there was a look to her eyes which suggested Lurine was more on the ball than she was letting on.]

What a strange place to find ourselves in, wouldn't you say?