"Alice Morgan," she says, motioning smoothly to where she's sitting, inviting Ilde to join her with an offhand, "Please." It's elegant, unthinkingly minimalist.

She takes a moment to reorganise her papers and make sure no gust of wind is going to scatter them all over again, before answering Ilde's question. "I'm studying Ragamoll. It seems prudent, when one finds oneself staying indefinitely in an unfamiliar city, to make said city familiar as soon as possible. Language seemed like the proper starting point. The city translates, but something is always lost- and I would hate to get complacent." She says that with a smile and a wry insincerity; she does not seem like a woman over whom anything so untidy as hate holds much sway.