The name hadn't been familiar. The symbol, vaguely so, but it hadn't set off any alarms in her mind. Now, Psykgi knew why - she hadn't exactly been looking at the troll's lilypad symbol when she'd been hitting him with a tray.
"Hello, hello!" she said, giving him her most pleasant, professional smile.
"You can just hang that up on the rack over there -- or on the chair." She gestured to the reasonably comfortable chair in the room. There was also a couch, if he wanted it. The nicer chair, though... that was hers, claimed, in essence, by a table, a notepad, and a bowl of mints - her own personal touch.
"Amonee Brycer, right? Sit down, get yourself comfortable, and we'll get started." She shuffled through the papers, mainly just for appearance: she'd already looked at them on her lunch break. Once he'd taken his seat, she sat down, too.
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