Mila's workspace was a mess. It wasn't normal that she'd had papers scattered around her desks in her back room - in fact, maybe once a year she got a little too frazzled to clean up everything. At this point in time, she was focusing on a new hybrid that she'd rarely seen before, trying to dig up information and lore. A banshee mix had been something she'd only ever heard about - perhaps they were quite abundant in Ireland, although she'd rarely visited the country, so she didn't really know.
The older woman was surprised by the arrival of a guest. She was sure he was scheduled in her planner, but she seemed to have forgotten (there was really no surprise there). Mila didn't even know why he was visiting. If she'd had her little date book by her side, Mila was sure she'd written down why he was in her messy messy office, but there was no way she was going to find it in the midst of things.
"Ashley, nice to meet you." Mila said, nodding her head as she wiped her hands on her
pants. "Please, do excuse the mess. I can promise that my office is not usually this messy, everything has been getting away from me as of late, it seems." The woman explained, even though she didn't know exactly why this man deserved an explanation. She didn't even know exactly who he was - some big ministry man, it looked. Mila tried to hide her disgust at his affiliation, although she wasn't sure how well she was doing. "Anyways, right to business I see. What can I answer for you?"