Riven had been beyond skeptical of their errand package, rightfully so. After all, Riven was rarely addressed too, just a simple network bridge.
Yet, here they stand across the street, hood up, looking towards Café Elysian and observing.
She had been observing for a few hours, noticing a few patrons who hadn't moved much, let alone ordered anything beyond a coffee. The lady with the scars caught Riven's attention after a few other people joined her, one of the few tables near the terrace. There weren't many words exchanged that Riven could make out through the rain, but she finally decided it was safe enough to enter the café and strode in.
Riven isn't your usual morden-aesthetic dresser; she is dressed in an athletic cropped tank top and a purple neon-streaked Techwear Bomber jacket, with belt-strapped black combat-cargo pants. Her outward-appearing magenta eyes are striking, complementing her purple wear and highlighted hair streaks.
She orders a Medium Black with Honey, then walks over to the group;
"Any of you the Package owner?"
She takes a sip of her drink, holding it sky-down rather than regularly (from the side) and takes a confident seat.