Holding herself high, Asmodi slips into the cafe, wearing a small smile for anyone who might look. Her eyes don't show much of the same 'cheerfulness', occupied as she is scanning the environment, but she wouldn't see herself as less than approachable. It was only a day's outing, something curious to do- it wasn't as if she was trying to make an impression on royalty- assuming the advertisement was less than literal.
She runs her hands over her blouse, subtly checking that the vials tucked beside her hips stayed in place. Pick your poison, love or venom, she would never go a day without being at least prepared. And grateful for that she almost is, as her eyes land on the only person who appears to be waiting for something. She'll reserve her judgement for after the shooter opens her mouth, she supposes.
She rests her palms on the table, opposite to the lady, and leans her weight on it. "Hello, there. You wouldn't happen to be the 'dream' on that little note, would you?" she asks, settling down on the chair as she continues. "I'm Asmodi."