Katniss looked up, and there she was. The Iron Lady, smiling, in her fancy silks. Honestly, she'd been around the other mages here - she was really going to start to wonder if there was some sort of 'you are especially gorgeous now' factor in drinking lyrium. She closed the door behind her, walking up the steps into the alcove that Vivienne had decorated herself. Her eyes swept with interest over the books, then to the woman herself.

Predator. That was what Katniss first thought, but not that the woman was looking to devour her. No, this woman had all the earmarks of someone who was more deadly than she looked. Her stance alone held power.

Katniss respected that. Look like you were in charge, you would be in charge. She smiled in turn, a smaller one but still there, dipped into a faint bow.

"Madame de Fer. A pleasure." Thank you, Mia. "I'm pleased to be invited, and no you aren't keeping me from anything, outside of training." She smirked a little, "Something my fellow scouts say I do too much of anyways."