"Hello! Welcome t--Oh!" Flora gasps, a dainty hand raising to cover her mouth for a moment. She recognizes the person who has just walked into her shop, not from her own past, but from someone else's. She's been shown pictures, and been told quite a bit about her over the years. Stories that fascinated and thrilled her, but made her feel... other things as well. She had always wondered why those two were okay with this young lady accompanying them... What had made her different? What made her better? And what exactly is it that has driven her to return?

Flora can't imagine that Emmy would be looking for her, so perhaps the boys have gone and disappeared again and she's hoping to find them here...? Flora knows, or course, that it is entirely possible that this woman has no idea who she is... or that this might not actually be who she thinks it is at all. She has learnt that, unlike the uniquely designed automatons of her hometown, humans can look rather similar to each other by coincidence, even if they're not related at all. (This seems very inefficient to her, but she has long since accepted that this is simply the way that her fellow humans are.) She should probably start asking some questions before she gets lost enough in thought to create an unpleasantly long silence!