It's only paper and not tea and while a flurry of papers slide to the floor, though her grip on her tablet is iron-tight. Her apologetic bowing is disrupted as Ginia recognizes the voice and person she's walked into, brain stuttering to a halt as her perceived expectation and reality fail to align.

Her surprises passes a few seconds later. In comparison to his clothes, she's dressed in an incredibly well-tailored suit that matches the rest of the business temple. Identically, even. Strange that. Ginia smiles and hurriedly scoops up her dropped papers, places them back in the folder, and drops it on the counter.

"I'm just as surprised as you," she types on her tablet, showing him the message. "When did you begin?"