"Owner?" Owner, owner, she had dealt with this, right, went to the records hall and done that little twist inside and been so polite, and had gone through all the abandoned lots and found the one. This one. And asked very nicely to have it if she fixed it up. And that's all well and good but remembering all of that loudly instead of say talking to this strange woman may be a good idea. Wait, no, may not be a good idea. "I am the owner. Actually. I looked in the records hall for a lot nobody was looking after and offered to fix it up and use it if they gave it to me. Which they did of course. I mean, of course because I'm here using it and fixing it up. In the other order." Mila please, please stop talking. "And the maid outfit is because it's going to be a maid cafe because beat poetry is a nuanced thing and I don't think I could do a genuine open mic night." Mila whyyyyyy. "And I'm Mila. Mila Mesmer." She finally notices the hand that's been outstretched and shakes it, shuffling the feather duster to the other hand. See. Perfect. Nothing out of place.

[spending 4 will on changeling to have possession of the building and not be suspicious in getting it]