Venus is trying to impress Enjolras, just a little bit. That doesn't mean she's 'put on clothes' any more than her usual (today, it's a pair of shorts and a halter top shirt that, while it covers plenty of skin, she's sure he'd still find scandalous), but it does mean that she's reading a book about 'some crap she doesn't understand'. She's never taken any real interest in politics, because she hardly needs government when she has money and power; a wealthy superheroine can delegate all that legal stuff to her agent, who actually gets paid to care about those things.

As such, she's nose-deep in The Republic and sleeping when the ding of the Disciple's elevator rouses her from her nap so quickly that she knocks over the empty can of diet energy drink near her ankle.

"Hello?" Venus can tell from one look that the Disciple isn't one of those camera-ready people. She looks uncomfortable in her clothes, displeased with her hair, although Venus thinks it's one of the more stylish of the Capitol's fashions at the moment. Yet despite these differences, Venus always has a small space in her heart for the weirdos, for the strangers, for the non-humanoids. Given that she spent over a decade of her life as a technologically-contained living bag of anti-matter, it's be silly for her to feel anything but empathy, and she greets the new girl with a wave and a relieved snap shut of her book.

"Hi! Do you live here?"