If nothing else, Ororo is grateful for the chance to read something so substantial and detailed from someone she actually knows. One of her hangups about this place was all the information she clearly needed to catch up on - but all the information seemed skewed, coming from the guilds themselves. David, she knew, was not only thorough, but had a level head. She may not have worked with him personally, but she hears of him through the others, and that was enough.

But more than business - it's the way he calls for his partner that draws her attention. Ororo looks up for him, offering a smile, and a hand for a shake. "Hello, Balthier, more than chimney sweep I presume? Please pardon my sudden intrusion of you lovely home."

"I am Ororo, a... resident of David's world." It's funny to realize mid-sentence how the usual ways to identify herself here won't mean much. How would she be introducing herself here? She wasn't on Krakoa, or Arakko, or a Wakanda here. And to be a mutant didn't seem to mean what it did back home.

To David, she tries to temper her wry, tired reaction. "Please, bells and whistles are not necessary. Just tea is fine." But she wouldn't say no to a lemon bar.