There was a bit of relief reflected in Sera's posture. Whomever this woman was, she clearly did not recognize her, or if she did, she had the grace not to try to make a spectacle of who Serafina was, or the fact that the errant princess was hiding from her family, her fiance and her life back in Monaco. She had valid reasons, of course. The voices in her head were one, as well as the fact she was terrified of being the heir of the principality. She wasn't sure that she would be able to live up to what was expected of her.
"Thank you," she said politely, and waited for the woman to clear her things before she set her salad down, then wiped off the seat with her napkin. She was born fussy and neat, one of the curses of being brought up in the environment she was. Everything was always perfect, a far cry from the messy world, and Serafina sometimes had trouble dealing with less than perfection.
She casually nodded at the paperwork in front of the woman, "You must be very important if you can not even escape to lunch without working."