You spring forward

You leap gracefully from your hiding spot, startling Harriet, who stumbles backwards awkwardly, phone sent skittering across the polished floor. She rights her self and extends her right hand towards you, which you notice is holding a golden cross. She is classically east Asian looking, with jugular length straight black hair, cut professionally but stylishly. Her lips are barely touched with gloss, and she wears very little makeup besides. She is dressed in classic business attire. She is wearing a collared, fitted white shirt (which doesn't do her small perky breasts any justice) under a tailored grey jacket. Her skirt is a darker grey, and also tailored, but doesn't cling to her thighs like you would prefer. Under that she wears thick black tights which partially obscures her skinny legs. On her feet she wears comfortable, but entirely unexciting, pumps.
She presses the cross up nervously, her fingers turning white by how hard she is gripping the small object. You have to admit, it doesn't make you feel great.
"Stay back demon!" She says in a slightly wavering voice. "My faith will destroy you!" She says it with some conviction, but you are sure you can detect a hint of doubt in there somewhere.