She stood before one of the wall's in the office, her back turned to the door and her eyes scanning whatever may be upon or attached to it. The woman was not new to this place and neither would she be an unrecognizable face to the current Raikage when he arrived. Having been an older woman, even older than Ayumu himself, she undoubtedly would have shared some interactions with him over the years due his previous position. With her pupils diverting back and forth she found reason to pick up a small book. It was common script and one which she had brushed over before but in this time of waiting found reason to refresh her memory of the text. This would be one of the few times Ao would have been seen without her full anbu attire, being a woman starkly dedicated to the branch and it's codex. She would only adorn an overreaching black cloak with a collar high enough to cover the lower features of her face up to the nostrils. The book would by extension be held in such a way that the longer than normal sleeves brunched up along her hands so that the tips of her fingers normally hidden were exposed.
As her eyes moved from line to line she internally within the confines of her mind reassured her reasoning for coming here, understanding that Ayumu had become a man with a burden heavier than which he once shouldered. Though this understanding of his background, character and position is what required her to explore his thoughts as there were decisions which she personally did not understand that were made. It was her character, her nature to see everything from an outsider's point of view, a trait which had in effect made her highly susceptible to distrust. Whether this distrust was on a personal, decision or sporadic level it was by design a natural impulse to understand what was said or done. The current climate of the village, which was uniform as other villages throughout the shinobi world did not sit right on a logical level for her understanding. This was something Ayumu could either amend or embolden within her character.
Closing the book, her eyes deeply enriched with blue hues would stare with aimless focus as the decorum before her would all begin to fade from focus. She was caught within her inner thoughts, her vision unfocused and blurring together the surrounding before an inevitable opening to the office snapped her attention back into place.