"Thank you, Mr. Munch," she flashed him another brilliant smile.She warmly greeted the workers she knew as a Lestrange, even engaging a few in conversation. No one she encountered guessed she was not raised as the pureblood princess she now was. Even Yaxely's personal assistant smiled indulgently at her. "May I help you, miss?" he gave her an appraising look. Playing into his expectations, she preened before answering.