"Intolerable," Vasilia said, unconsciously mirroring his nose wrinkle. "I already endure the attentions of one warden by assignment. I refuse to be badgered by another simply because I am forced into proximity with him. Who are you?" She said imperiously, holding herself to her full height (which was to say, easily two inches shy of five and a half feet.)

And before he could answer, the morning's misery making her less patient and foregiving even then usual, "Well?"