"Disturbing me? Oh no, mot at all. I am merely engaged in some light filing. The project office papers have become quite disorganized since Mister Stark took the position as Research's division head. For there is no current head of Felandaris, you see." She is still holding Margaery's hand; presumably the only reason she is not pumping up and down in an enthusiastic handshake is due to the fact that handshaking isn't a particularly ladylike past time.

"No, you must come in. I insist. Here," she says, leading her new compatriot further into the office space. "There is a chair right here which you may sit in and I will draw over the stool from the little workbench and then we may discuss the whole matter at length. Would you like to see the relevant papers, or shall we just discuss their contents? I've filed a great majority here in this very room."