... Well. This is familiar.

[ Angelina regarded him with a judging hum, brow raised high as she swings the door closed behind her. ] You must have been fond of this disguise. Cute.

[ Approaching the studio photographer, she removes the sunglasses that cover her eyes to catch a better glimpse around the shop. Slips them into her handbag. (Both of a modern design. She's enjoyed picking up on the little things here and there.) ]

So? What's this all about? Must be something important, for you to contact me so suddenly.