Seeing that it was whom she thought, Lorna gazed upon this servant, briefly taking in detail.  Which was nothing at odds with what she might have expected.<br/><br/>"Yes, please, come in," she said to her, opening the door the rest of the way,  and moving from Mary Parkinson's path.   She then turned and wandered in the direction of the window, looking out onto the gardens, while the servant placed and arranged the meal upon the table.<br/><br/>"The room, and its amenities, are fine, thank you for asking," she supplied.   "Mostly I require peace, privacy, and order, while I am at this task, of which I am rather sure you've been informed.   Your help in maintaining those things will be much appreciated."   She paused for a moment, after that.   Then turned from the window to face the servant.<br/><br/>"As well, if there is any noteworthy news, I would enjoy hearing it."   She smiled faintly.  "Though I cannot afford distraction in my task,  some little variety would be welcome, in the name of keeping my mind fresh."<br/><br/>Lorna's expression and tone were sober, resigned.  Just faintly humorous, in a self-deprecating way, on the last bit.