The unintelligible chattering of voices was music to Christelle's ears. It was an undeniable sign that Lord Borr's day was well underway. Pleased and excited at the prospect of more success to come, Christelle Rochebarron smoothed the baby hairs on the back of her neck. Her long copper colored hair was arranged in a modest up-do to match her denim jeans and charming t-shirt, meanwhile her blue eyes scanned the premises making a mental note of familiar faces.

"Christelle Rochebarron," she spoke with pursed lips after cornering the nearest security checkpoint. A smile flirted across her lips. "Lord Borr's assistant. I am here to assist, clearly," she finished with a playful roll of her eyes and gestured at her t-shirt.