Louise was hesitant to come to this place; she wouldn't deny such. If it weren't for Ian's insistence on this particular trip, she wouldn't be sitting on these worn-down cathedral benches at this moment. It was almost depressing to the blonde to see a place of worship such as this in such a state. She could see the brilliance that this place had once certainly held, and could imagine even a hundred people or more filing in to fill this place's seats on a day on a day of worship. Louise could imagine a preacher standing on the pedy teestal up there, reciting a holy text, and it almost made her a bit homesick.
The petite woman fought off these feelings however, absentmindedly fiddling with a chipped piece of wood on the cathedral's bench. Ian said he had someone he wanted her to meet here. A demon, apparently... Louise wasn't exactly opposed to meeting new people, though it wasn't an activity in which she cared to partake. She was almost getting anxious thinking about the time she could be spending at her workshop right now, studying, reading farther in her texts, rather than sitting here staring blankly at the decaying stone angel situated behind the pedestal.
Angel... That was right. She had to remember her place. She was an angel in a demon's den. (Well... perhaps a cathedral wasn't the ideal hangout for demons, though surely the comparison could be seen.) All that was left to do now as late. The chances of of an unrelated being strolling into this place now of all times was highly likely; she had naught to fret over.