"Great."

Harried is familiar. Comforting, almost, and she steps forward with her long, swinging steps to set folded robes down on Adelaide's desk. "They might not be the right size, but the mechant was alright with changing them. I tried to get the closest thing to the others."

That I destroyed, sorry.
She's got something of an apologetic smile at her mouth, and her hand idly fiddles with the string and leather bracelets looping around her wrist.

"Is there-- can I help with anything?"