Verity doesn't keep them waiting long. She's at their meeting place by the time agreed-upon, nervously smoothing her hair. A strand that refuses to stay tucked in her braid is eventually tucked behind her ear and anchored by her glasses. She's taken the time to change into nicer clothes; if she's going to be meeting any of their superiors, she doesn't want to embarrass her friends, and she has neither awesome magic space armor like Samus or amazing fighting skills like also-Samus to recommend her. (She needs to stop comparing herself to Samus, she's going to give herself a complex doing that.) And those are thumb drives in her pocket, though she's still happy to see them.

When she spots her friends she gives a wave. "Hey, hope I'm not late."