Miyo had worked with Norm before; they had gotten along passably well, to her knowledge. She also knew Norm tended to examine things from every possible angle--in her opinion, that made him a damn good accountant. She fidgeted as he asked the identity of the new man with suspicion, but that was the least of her concerns before Tannen arrived on the dreary and baffling scene. His accent...she couldn't place it herself, being poor with that sort of thing and not having an ear for it--she placed it roughly as Yorkshire and didn't want to narrow it down from there. Nor did it matter.<br/><br/>Of course, focusing on the accent was clearly easier than focusing on the fat pale fellow's boxers. She turns a bit red, embarrassed, and she says, "Perhaps you should calm down, sir. You're the gent out and about only in a bathrobe. Tends to not be the most stellar first impression. And sir, I can hardly see how we'd be in trouble if you're the fellow out in his boxers."<br/><br/>She shifted uncomfortably and noticed the young teen who'd run up, seeing what looks to be incredulity on the young man's face, if she read him correctly, and she said, "Ah...you're looking for it, too, young man? Join the club. No one knows what happened."