[Intersection]

"Two?" Ithuriel blinks and looks round at Michalson. "Oh, uh, hi! I'm Ithuriel. Nice to meet you. I guess we should get in there?" She offers her hand to Michalson to shake. If he accepts, he'll probably find his hand rather painfully squeezed by her grip - not intentionally, she's just got a lot of strength to her.

Ithuriel then turns and makes her way into the assigned room, sitting herself down (a little awkwardly, damn wings!) if there's space to do so.