Satya didn't look up from her work. She didn't need to. She could hear him just fine. Her focus was just on straightening. Everything belonged in place. The books on the table should go from small to large, all at a 90 degree angle. The trinkets should align with the books. No dust should be left behind.
"We did, yes," she answered. "My name is Satya Vaswani. We spoke about chaos and order and of a job at your shop. You do need help here. How can you work with things out of place? How unsightly."
When she finished, she turned to him. She stood up straight and proud, not bothered anymore by the clutter. Folding her hands in front of her sari, it was obvious something was amiss. While her right hand was her own, the left wasn't. Her left hand was a prosthetic, though it looked as if it were carefully crafted. It moved as normal, but there was still something abnormal to it.