Miranda Lotto

[Another turn, another dead end. Miranda felt a wail of despair rising in her throat and swallowed it back, wiping at the tears forming in her eyes. The temporary quarters were confusing at best, and she was terribly late to the meeting already. Backing down the hall a little ways, she knocked on a door and opened it, just a little, hoping to find someone who could give her directions to where she needed to go.]

H-hello?