"Emma. Emma Dobbs." She held out one hand to him. "If George's ever mentioned me, which I doubt he has, he might've called me Midget." One hand swept from head to toe, indicating her obviously petite height.
The thought that George had enough money that she could scare off customers without worrying him was hard to conceive, so Emma decided to just ignore that. She motioned for him to follow her towards the back, and ignored whatever Ashley was trying to communicate in sign language. "Practice. Friend of George's." She shook her head. "So, your name...?" she asked curiously. She had a feeling she was supposed to know it, and maybe she was insulting him by not knowing, but she figured best to look like an idiot and ask.