Ms. Cygne swans in, and although the florist is a breath of fresh air, she manages to lock her gaze directly on the small amounts of dirt that have collected in the corners of the room, identify the dust Aster hasn't yet showed Anna to sweep away. Her gaze falls on Anna, and her smile warms her face. "Mr. Warren," she says, but does not offer her hand to be taken, gaze drifting to the dirt under his nails, before she looks back to Anna. "I didn't realize you had taken on assistance," she says. "Well done, everyone has thought the Warren enterprises would benefit from a woman's attention. Young lady, don't I know your family?" she asks, ignoring Aster to address Anna.