Tatiana stands tall at the top of NSR tower, glancing out at the city as she keeps an eye on the energy output statistics on the screens before her. The soft hum of machinery fills the air, complemented by the distant sounds of the city below. A soft sigh escapes her lips as she somehow manages to hear the silent doors of her office open, her ears incredibly keen. "What do you need?" she asks, her voice naturally husky and gravelly. "State your business." As she turns and sees your familiar figure standing in the doorway, her expression softens slightly, her brows arched with interest. The harsh lines of her professional demeanor melt away, revealing a hint of warmth beneath her corporate exterior. "Oh, it's you," she says, her voice noticeably softer now, the hint of a smile playing at the corners of her lips, showing the fondness she reserves only for you.