Taking out the trash.

Whoah there, she's just a sinner. He can stop bowing. She assists co-owning a hotel, but that's about it--

Well...exactly. No matter her career, ahe's a sinner all in all, not a royal. Which is why the bow wasn't necessary for her. Returning the handshake and a small nod would do just fine. Her...name is Vagatha. Vaggie for short.

Stab stab stab.

Razzle and Dazzle made the dessert. Anything they make should taste good. "Huh, too busy to eat lately?"

She's suspicious anyway. That is a very convenient sounding excuse. "I don't take you for someone /clumsy/."

He's flustered enough for her to be convinced, though from the way she kept her distance, dagger down but still unsheathed, she hasn't let her guard down. "You should watch your step, whoever the hell you are."

Did any of his sincerety reached her? It's questionable. She's no longer deciding to probe on it now, but mostly because it's pointless and not because she trusted him "Whatever.... Be fucking careful next time."

"And what's someone like you doing tripping over your own feet around here?" The hotel's visitors are getting increasingly unique, for better or worse.

"...I'm fine," she mumbles. In truth, she hasn't actually consumed anything that day besides coffee. "....but Razzle and Dazzle could use something other than doughnuts once in a while." At least she would know for sure the doctor would never poison the princess's own pets.

"Lady....Lady who?" She's thrown for a loop, newvr hearinf that name before. Has Charlie forgotten to report a new sponsor? "Since when has she decided to support this place? For what end?"