Maine was probably going to be late for the meeting and truth be told it wasn't her fault. She'd spent long enough picking out what to wear and on top of that she had the morning sickness to take care of. Morning sickness, hah! More like all-the-time sickness. It was tiring and painful and just an all-around pain.

She did come to work anyway, because she needed the money. And she definitely couldn't afford to have that gigantic chunk cut out of her paycheck. Nope. So getting out of the lift and moving towards the Conference Room, she dropped her copy of the Daily Prophet off at her desk and picked up a notebook and pen. Now she was ready.

"Good morning, Althea. Everyone," she said, smiling before taking a seat randomly. Were they supposed to be sitting by divisions? Because Maine could't see any Task Force Agents that she recognized anywhere. She'd just sit here for now... unless she was told to move elsewhere.