She gives a small, sympathetic chuckle as they near the alcove. "Don't worry, ma'am, you're not the only one to get confused. That's where I come in. Let me take care of finding what's appropriate, and you just look for what you like in that category."

The alcove has a sleek cream-colored desk in it, and three matching chairs. It also has what looks like a square tile on the floor just inside it, a few shades paler than the carpeting. Dara steps past the tile and turns around. "If you could just stand on this square, please?"