Mira's mentor, a rotund and balding fellow with peculiar little spectacles over protruding eyes, approaches.  He's flushed, mopping up sweat with a handkerchief.  He's not dressed for the weather: dress shirt, slacks, suspenders, and bow tie.  His tweed jacket is draped over one arm.<br/><br/>"Ah, there you are, my dear.  I hope you found everything all right?  All paperwork filled out?"