“I see.” Carol gave a soft nod. She’d ask around later. “Carol Lockwood.” Her hand extended in the direction of the young girl. “Do you want someone to teach you how to use the phone?”
Tatia smiled sweetly at the woman, having always been polite. “It is a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Lockwood,” she replied formally, shaking her hand. “You wouldn’t mind, would you?”

“Elena? Do you require my assistance?”