Zoya regards the man carefully as he enters, noting how he looks all around her tent before addressing her. Nodding her head to his bow, she smiles up at him and gestures to the seat in front of her with a sweeping gesture of her hand.<br/><br/>"Good afternoon, kind sir. I am glad to hear I have been recommended to you." The warmth of her smile radiated across her face. "Of course, my services are at your disposal," she said. "What may I do for you today...?" Her voice trailed off as though asking him to fill in the space with his name, but she would not ask lest he not want to give it.