Frida entered the conference room shortly after Gavin. She briefly looked around the room from where she stood, but took a seat shortly after. A conference room was a conference room...no matter it's appearance.
She placed her small bag on top of the table and took a seat in the chair in front of her belongings. Her stomach growled a little bit, and as it did so, Frida wondered how her little girl was doing...if Adela was being a good girl for her father or not.
Frida took a quill and notepad out of her bag and placed them directly in front of her, and took a small bottle of water out as well.