No Sith, that she was aware of, outside her cadre brothers and sister knew exactly what she looked like outside her armour. Malicia liked it that way, which was why she was in her full Cadre armor with it's hood pulled up while she waited outside of Darth Occidius' office. At least, the office he held on Sullust. A man with his power and reach likely had many dwellings.
The door hissed open after a short wait. It seemed the man was punctual, antithetical to what she heard about Darth Vyrassu. As far as she was aware, the woman was completely insane. Malicia wondered about her own sanity sometimes, but even when she gave into her hunger it was cold, calculating as it hunted down what it desired so badly.
Entering the office, Malicia did not bow but she greeted the man, "Darth Occidius." She hadn't even bowed to the Dark Lord of the Sith. If Occidius tried to push her to break her vow, things would go very badly and she was very willing to let it get that far. Cadre bowed to no one.
And she wasn't here to speak to him delicately. His support would be the last push she needed, but so would his death. "I wont waste your time with niceties. Maybe you've already assumed it, but I seek your support for a seat on the council."