Cleo had decided that the mailbox was her job, since Jazz fairly often forgot to check it, however, this week she'd forgotten too, and on her way to the mailroom had spotted the woman almost ogling the lobby and grinned, walking over to her, "It's ok, you'll get used to it. Just breathe and all that?"
"I'm Cleo, welcome to the Manor? You look a little confused, so, how about I help you out?"