Ava flashes him a smile, there and gone, as if remembering that yes, there are social niceties to be offered. "Hello. My name is Ava. I'm sure you're going to have a lot of questions and we can deal with those at a better time. I apologize for that."

She takes a step closer, studying his face. "I need your help," she implores. "There's a man downstairs in one of the arrival rooms. They've locked him in and they won't let him out. The innkeeper insists he's a danger to others. He claims to have been in an accident just before arriving and he says he's in need of medical attention. I think they aren't opening the door because they don't believe him."

Ava pauses a moment; this is always the tough part of what she does. Usually there's time to build up to it, sort of explain herself, but not now. "I know you're capable of discerning if a person is being truthful or not. I'll be happy to discuss how I know with you at another time. Please come with me down to the arrival rooms. I think you may be able to help the man they're keeping locked in there."

She offers him the hand that isn't holding her shoes. "Please, sir, I wouldn't come barging up here if it wasn't urgent. If whatever you do to discern truthfulness is something you can do right now and you need to do it to check me out, you're free to. But only if you can do it without delaying us very long; otherwise I'll have to decline and insist you just trust me."