Ophelia raises a brow at a voice behind her, turning around in slight confusion. The small voice belonged to a girl, a few years younger than she was, but Ophelia didn’t guess age, never having been good at that. “Um…” she pauses, unsure of what to say, this was the first interaction she has had outside of work. “Are…you talking to me?” She asks, the French accent tinting her voice, the words she spoke not rude, more light and gentle.