[She assumes that's his normal expression; it's cool, tons of people look like that! Especially around here.]

Don't say that; the kitchens'll snap you up, and I'll never get to work with you.

[She waves him toward the desk, a few mismatched chairs shoved toward it. For herself, she's got no intention of seeming overly officious (that can be Byerly's job, if he wants it). She sits on one of the chairs in front of the desk, rather than the one behind it.]

Wanted to talk to you about Chantry shit. Dunno if you read my resume, but I'm ex-Qun. Chantry and mages are a hole in my, uh, it's something I haven't got the strongest hold on, I'll admit.