As they walk, she continues to check over what she can; seems in order enough. She even dropped her extensive shields for just one moment to see if he appeared to be radiating any Faroukesque influence or something else that would be obvious even to her limited perspective. Nothing.
Her fingers will still flicker, however, ever-so-slightly as she brings him into the room they've swept, where he can meet Andrew.
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