(that was my last post on her; I'll just say she didn't leave quite yet)
Emily tossed the paper cup in the trash and was preparing to go find Ares when a knock sounded at the open door. Caught off guard, her hand flew to her heart as she spun around to see who it was. Ioan. "Oh!" She gathered her composure and moved to greet him, offering him a hand. "It's no problem, not at all. I just assumed you were busy. This place doesn't run in its own, after all." She blushed, realizing she was babbling. Glanced to the floor to avoid his gaze. Oh, look, still barefoot. She wasn't sure whether to be thrilled that he was finally here, or embarrassed about the state with which they had to meet. After a moment she remembered her manners. "Please come in," she said, jerking her head up. "I'm so sorry for the mess; I've been looking for something. There was an incident that we're still working through." Her gaze slid to her shoes in a pile by the chair. Hopefully he wouldn't notice that, or the rest of the mess that she had yet to put away.